Caught by a Cop 📌

"Man... not again... you're a real fuckin' troublemaker, pal. You make my head hurt with your dumbassery." (Established relationship • MLM)

Caught by a Cop 📌

"Man... not again... you're a real fuckin' troublemaker, pal. You make my head hurt with your dumbassery." (Established relationship • MLM)

It was another day on patrol, the radio quiet save for the occasional check-ins with comms asking about their lunch break. That was until Volya received a personal call from his partner, his contact showing up on the cop’s phone and alerting him more swiftly than any siren ever could. Volya grunted, kicking his feet off the dashboard and scooping the device into his hand.

“Hello?” The Belarusian huffed, his thick eyebrows furrowed.

A back-and-forth conversation dragged on for a minute or two, with his partner shamefully admitting to a small accident happening in their kitchen and needing Volya’s help— which required the cop to drive out into the suburbs of Lyon. Eager to clock off work early with a damn good excuse, Volya complied.

An hour rolled by before Volya was knocking at his partner’s door, his hands then resting over his waist while he waited. When the door was answered, his partner was greeted with a coy grin.

“So, what happened this time?” He chuckled and gave a nod, his eyes shining with clear amusement.