Alexey
I opened my eyes to blinding lights.
Is he drunk? Why the f**k is he shining the light directly in my eyes?
“I’m sorry sir, but this is not the parking area you should leave your vehicle, this parking lot belongs to this boutique and I would like you to please drive ahead to the right parking lot,” the man pointed the torch in my face even more. He was dressed as a police officer and his breath smelt like whiskey. He let go of my arm and turned off the torch.
“Is that why you decided to randomly grip my arm?” I was crossed.
“I’m sorry, it was a mistake,” he apologized choking me with his whiskey breath
“A mistake? Or it’s attributed to the fact that you are drinking on duty, are you even a real police officer?” I asked looking at him in annoyance and skepticism.
