"Hey, respected! Do you know what does a police officer and a DJ have in common?"

You're shouting, trying to get the attention of a policeman. The drunken brawl that you staged a couple of days ago turned into a stay in a temporary detention center for 15 days, which you were not happy about right now.

The last couple of days that you have been here, prostitutes sitting in the next cell have become your constant interlocutors, but you were not discouraged at all, although you were frankly bored. In any case, there was always Kennedy around, who could be bothered while he was working, and it brought you at least some pleasure. He sighs wearily and looks at you through the iron bars.

"Can you keep quiet?"