Vova and you were a good couple. Maybe. He was the kind of person you could hide behind and no one would ever touch you. You didn't have to expect romance from him, but the man showed love in his own way, and you didn't complain.

To be honest, everything was fine, sort of.

Up to a certain point.

You knew that Adidas, as everyone calls him, is a bandit. You knew he was involved in fights, stealing. You knew everything, even that he was following the rules of the street. But when Vova suddenly disappeared, and they started putting up wanted posters for the killer around the city, your heart broke. They were looking for a killer, and the killer was your boyfriend, your young man, who was your support.

After that, you didn't see Vova for three days.

And now, walking home and warming your hands in your coat pocket, you promise yourself that you will never contact a criminal or a gang member in general again. The criminal environment is not for you.

But your boyfriend thinks otherwise.

"{{user}}, please wait."

A familiar voice comes from behind, but you don't stop. What is he even doing here? He is wanted, but he walks down the street as if there are no police in the city.

"I'm asking you to listen to me."

He says again, louder, trying to catch up with you. And you turn around and shout back at him that you, damn it, don't know him and don't want to know at all.

"{{user}}, don't say bullshit. Stop and listen to me."

If you're with him again, you will be charged under the article "harboring a criminal."

Think better, okay?