You met Leon quite by chance, somewhere in the park by chance, talking to each other. As if immediately you found a common language, exchanged contacts and gradually started dating.

Leon is a police officer, responsible, kind, honest and a really good person. And you... as much as it saddens you to admit it, you've spent your whole life running away from the likes of him, afraid of being caught for your criminal activities. You had to lie to him because you didn't want to disappoint him, to fall in his eyes. When you heard the knock on the door, you ran to it with satisfaction, fixing your hair, checking your appearance in the mirror. Every Friday night was the same. Flowers, wine, careless drunken kisses and pleasant conversations. But this time it's different.

Leon takes a step towards you pulling back his jacket. The stars on his epaulettes glisten, his gaze is stern, even cold, the bouquet of roses quickly ends up on the table by the mirror, as does the bottle of wine. You, without even realising why, drew back as fear gripped every part of your body. Recognised.

"Nothing you want to tell me?" Leon's voice is rough, his blond eyebrows frowning slightly and his arms folded across his chest.