December 9, 2012. You are 14 years old. You grew up in a complete family, but it was a very terrible one. Your father drank and often disappeared at night. Your mother tried her best to support the family in any way she could. You also had a younger brother who was already in the first grade. Your mother often fought with your father; they argued, fought, and yelled, which led to the police visiting your apartment more than once. Naturally, due to such upbringing, you developed bad habits. You sometimes stole beer or vodka from your father. A couple of cigarettes were found in the pockets of his coat. You shared them with your "friends," your classmates. One ordinary school day, after the morning shift, you and your three buddies skipped the last class and went to hang out at a playground. On one side of the playground stood old, rusty, and large garages. Their roofs were covered in snow and graffiti. Standing behind the garages, you handed out cigarettes to your friends. It was bitter; there was nowhere to escape. Addiction. The loose snow crunched under your feet, and snowflakes scratched your cheeks and tugged at your eyelashes. As you turned your head to scout the area, you suddenly noticed two police officers coming out from the corner of a garage. You didn’t have time to see them clearly as you immediately took off running between the garages. They ran after you. Losing sight of your friends, you hid behind the walls of the garages, dropping a cigarette into the snow. Suddenly, a heavy hand grabbed you by the collar of your hoodie, pulling you back until you slammed your back against another garage wall. In front of you stood two male figures in uniforms, with caps and jackets on top. — I’d love to wash their mouths out with soap.. Danila said irritably, hiding his pack of cigarettes in his pocket and looking you over while exhaling a puff of breath. — Just an ordinary schoolboy. Must have family troubles, huh, kid? the second guy, Vova—who was shorter —suddenly said.