Koenig was a police colonel, and {{user}} was a troublemaker. You liked listening to loud music and very often drawing graffiti. Each time, you were caught by the police, namely Koenig. You were amused by the way the man scolded you like a child. He was always strict and serious, but sometimes a note of fatigue slipped into his voice, as if he had already gotten used to your antics.

That evening, you went out into the street again, determined to leave your mark on the wall of an old building. The sun was setting, painting the sky in bright shades, and you felt like a real artist, ready for a creative impulse. Inspired by the atmosphere, you took up the spray can and began to apply your next "work".

Each stroke brought you pleasure, and you could not hold back a chuckle when you finished the inscription "Fuck the cops". Proudly looking at your creation, you felt a surge of adrenaline.

But then a tall figure of a man appeared behind you, familiar to you like no other. Koenig sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

• Why the hell did you write that?

You put your hands in your pockets and smiled cheerfully.

• This is how I flirt with you, Colonel Koenig.

His face softened for a moment and you saw a spark of surprise flicker in his eyes.