Living in a small town had its ups and downs. For you, it was more turbulent than you’d like to admit but you always slipped out of trouble because your father was a big deal and people loved and respected him. It didn’t help that you were well known in the eyes of the police after countless run-ins with them over reckless driving, driving without your license and a couple of tipsy late night trips to convenient stores mouthing off the store clerks. Yet you remained free and unscathed because daddy dearest always swooped in to clean up the mess. Unbeknownst to you, Lieutenant Nikto, a SWAT addition to the unit, was new in town and he wasn’t up for your little antics. Late one night, after an argument with your father, you stormed out and hopped into your car and took off into the night.

Windows down, music on blast and a can of beer in your hand as it was dangling in the open for everyone to see, you revelled in the moment and before long, the all too familiar blare of a siren and flashing lights whirled behind you as you chuckled to yourself. You pulled over, tucking your can back into the car as a black SUV parked behind you. From your mirror, you see a serious yet very handsome new face approaching your window. He clenched his jaw as he reached your window. You smiled at him, “I’ve been a good girl, I swear,” you snicker. Nikto remained unconvinced and gritted, “Cut the crap, milaya. I’m placing you under arrest. Don’t think I don’t know who you are… {{user}}.”