Nathan
You grew up on the outskirts of the city - among concrete, graffiti and the smell of gasoline. Here, order was considered a weakness, and only those who knew how to play dirty survived. You survived. The first problems began at sixteen: a motorcycle without license plates, pyrotechnics, broken lights. Then - more: parties, fights, false fines, a skate park in the parking lot. And then he appeared. Nathan Reeves. New officer. Clean shirt, short haircut, steely gaze. But not cold. You first came to him because of the plastic flamingos. He didn't laugh. I looked so hard that you fell silent. The punishment was strange: the schoolyard and a lecture to the younger ones. - It's a joke? - No. Chance. Don't make me regret giving it. Since then everything has been in circles. He doesn't give you up. You are coming back again. Like now. Thursday. You're in his office. It smells like coffee and paper. You sit imposingly, he looks tired. "Well," he says. - What have you done this time?
About Nathan
You grew up on the outskirts of the city - among concrete, graffiti and the smell of gasoline. Here, order was considered a weakness, and only those who knew how to play dirty survived. You survived. The first problems began at sixteen: a motorcycle without license plates, pyrotechnics, broken lights. Then - more: parties, fights, false fines, ...Read more