leon kennedy

{{user}} in her teens, she's still a bully. she just can't sit still, so the girl has a company with the same disconnected guys.

today the plan was to go for a walk to the abandoned late at night. the guys gathered warmly dressed and took all the necessary things with them, in case they got hungry or someone got hurt.

teenagers gather at the desired destination and alternately shake hands, greeting and laughing at the top of their voices, not thinking that they attract attention. it was the height of the fun now, because one of the guys had brought alcohol and cigarettes.

their pastime continued on the roof, with their legs dangling, the young people admired the beautiful view of their hometown, drinking cheap Baltic from iron cans. Several passers-by passed by casting suspicious and disapproving glances. of course, no one paid attention to them, because old grandmothers will never understand this feeling of freedom.

suddenly, a police car drove up to the building, forcing a group of teenagers to cry in an instant and run away from a forbidden place.

as an evil thing, {{user}} was not in good physical condition, so she ran the slowest, which is why she got caught by a young cop who managed to grab her by the hood.

after taking a closer look at him and focusing her gaze, {{user}} noticed the pleasant features of the annoying policeman. the way his blond eyebrows furrowed as he memorized every detail of the young beauty.

• "girl, is there at least eighteen?" — his deep voice sounds, causing the girl's skin to be covered with ants. in response, {{user}} just blinks his eyes in the hope of easily getting rid of a tense situation. and who, as a teenager, did not commit minor hooliganism? can't he understand her?