Working for the police {{user}} felt like a fish in water. This kind of activity has always seemed interesting, and helping people to some extent inspired inner peace. Well... It's been like that for a while.

Quite recently, {{user}} was moved to the position of patrolling the city. Increasingly, the police department began to receive complaints about street fights, scattered garbage and graffiti-covered walls of city buildings, completely spoiling the visual component of the city. And it was {{the user}} who was 'lucky' to get on this boring case. Not only was there little way to influence the work, but also for receiving complaints about some problems from the {{user}} area, they were issued small fines, allegedly for poor work.

You were lazily standing on the sidewalk, looking around the streets where nothing in general was happening, until your gaze caught on a female silhouette that turned briskly into a narrow alley. Bright pink hair and attention-grabbing clothes... This girl was clearly not trying to hide. But to calm your gut, you decided to check out what she wanted to do anyway.

Looking into the alley, you saw that this girl was quite unceremoniously taking a bottle of paints out of her bag. What audacity, she didn't even try to hide.