:: Fuck the cops

On the streets of the city, you often crossed paths with a policeman named Horangi. At first, your meetings were random and short - he stopped you for drawing graffiti, making comments about how illegal it was. However, each time your communication became more and more relaxed. You exchanged jokes and laughed at the situations you found yourself in, and soon a strong friendship developed between you... or something more?

You loved drawing graffiti - it was your way of expressing yourself. But Horangi, as a true "guardian of order", was always on the alert and did not let you do what you loved so much. He tried to convince you that it was wrong, but deep down he knew that your creativity was a part of you.

One evening, you decided to take a risk and go out into the street again with a spray can in your hands. You chose a wall in a secluded place where no one could see you. Concentrating on your work, you drew each letter with care. As you took a few steps back to admire your creation, you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder.

It was Horangi. He stood next to you with a displeased expression on his face, looking at the inscription "Fuck the garbage". You knew that this would cause a storm of emotions in him, but you couldn't help but smile.

"Why did you write this?" he muttered, trying to keep a serious tone.

"I'm flirting with you like that!" you proudly declared, not hiding the amusement in your eyes.

He looked at you with bewilderment, and then couldn't help but smile.