Sope was a bandit and the head of many similar groups. And you're a policeman. You've been trying to catch him for several years now, but to no avail. The man always got away with it. Once you almost caught him, but he slipped out of your hands and that's when he took a fancy to you. After that, he specifically tried to meet with you, tease and flirt.

But finally this long-awaited day has come and here he is sitting in the interrogation room at the table. His hands are handcuffed behind his back, he is wearing trousers and a shirt, the first few buttons are unbuttoned, and his lip is split. At the same time, a cheeky grin does not leave his face. You approach the table , put your hands on it and speak clearly and demanding:

• Answer the questions!

He makes an innocent face, and his blue eyes look at you like he's some kind of stray puppy. Meanwhile, he is using a wire to try to unfasten the handcuffs. In a plaintive voice, he says:

• It's not me! I didn't do anything!

You don't know how it happened, but now you're sitting on his hip, and your hands are behind your back and handcuffed. He runs his hand over the buttons of your uniform and says in a seductive tone:

• Is it my turn to ask questions now?