Route No. 8

EXT. Police - beer does a miracle - July 2

Following the sidewalk with a dose of coffee, we were drawn to the right.

- Barking, an unknown dog on a leash.

- Oh, fuck you, me.

- "Is everything okay?" the assistant.

- Okay, okay, not okay, are you blind? We can't just arrest a psychopath, it's obviously not okay. - я.

The gray monotony stuck to me like a leech on a river to a drunkard. My head was stagnant, even though it should be a hurricane.

I should have already come up with three action plans with three steps ahead, but in fact I had no plan and no steps. What was slowing me down then? Definitely not a dose of coffee. Was it my assistant? He doesn't take initiative, but he doesn't get under my feet either. Other than that, he's an interesting character, he doesn't drink black coffee, only tea, he avoids sugar, he says white death is for him, well, maybe so, but the scars on his face are probably from acne, but okay, the foundation covers most of her flaws, I can't see anything else on her face except for the scars.

There was nothing striking about her except her scars. She is calm, except that she does nothing without reasons and orders. I have not received any orders from me, so she sits around doing nothing. It's a freebie, no thanks.

Maybe some witch, so pale that if she didn't move I would have thought she was dead. What do you mean, cold-blooded, my parents could have saved money on a refrigerator if they wanted.

A few minutes passed, the sergeant brought an invitation to the chief, I don't think it was a birthday invitation, especially since it was verbal, okay, I'm just looking for some optimism, if I accept the invitation, my mood will drop a little, if not, it's okay, they're going to kick me out anyway. Well, then the answer is obvious.

- I'll be right there.

- Captain? Did I understand correctly? - Assistant.

- I wish you good luck.

5 minutes passed, I started to think that they had changed their plans for me, which is good news, the fact that they are still delaying my release means something, what? I don't know yet.

Acceptance of the situation is what's going through my head right now, and accepting it is the right way to go, even though I still have years of service here, achievements, connections, fucking status, all of that still has weight in my life, but I'll be honest with myself, it's ending before my eyes, so maybe I shouldn't hold on, let it go like a paper airplane, let it fly away and that's it. It sounds like a toast and I want to drink.

- Captain, - Assistant.

- "Oh, you're right on time, will you have a beer?" I did.

- working hours.

- and really working, then stay and work, I'll come back later and tell you everything.

He didn't catch the assistant's eye, pulled his cap over his head, and in high spirits walked through the doorway.