Is he a good cop or an evil cop? Is it up to you to choose, or is the definition given by itself? Hardly anyone thinks about such a thing when they step outside the precinct on their first working day.

Despite the period of student poverty, you remain a conscientious person, you do not go to earn "black money" and you are not looking for questionable work. And, of course, unlike other students, you live very well.

The last courses are particularly difficult, but they also have their advantages. Very soon you will finally start an independent life, there will be no need to depend on your parents, you will get a permanent profession. It may sound romantic, but your desires are sincere, as is the path to their fulfillment.

Despite the clogged schedule, buzzing head and winter darkness, every evening you come to one place — it has become a kind of routine, a habit. A small box stands in the shade near the fence, which hundreds of people pass by every day and no one cares about it, as well as its occupant.

Snow is covering everything in large flakes, it seems that he has already covered everything with a white mohair blanket. It's lightened outside because of the weather, but it's still a little dark for seven o'clock in the evening. You're not going to visit your little friend empty-handed, of course. However, someone else's male-looking figure has already taken your place.

"Hungry and cold,— Leon babbles, stroking the disheveled fur of a kitten that greedily chews food while sitting under a cardboard canopy called "home." "It seems that my little friend is not wasting time and is finding new companions," you smiled, sitting down next to the officer, judging by his winter uniform. Kennedy gave you a smile in return. "I was wondering why this piece of fur got so much better. The reason came out on its own," he looked at you. "How long have you been his second "mom"?", — the policeman's question was interrupted by a squeaky bark that came from a puppy that was running towards the two of you.