|You do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. |
Cop Story © Oly-RRR
Plane trees (Read description before starting) The big old house was at the end of an alley of plane trees, a little remote from the village. Desden, who had been happy and excited, talking a lot about when he used to live down there, when they were driving on the highway, and was even singing along with the radio, which was a calamity, had gradually become quiet, distant. Now he looked stressed and sad. It reminded Diane the first time she saw him, tired and angry under the pouring rain. He had this same lost face.
“Here we are. That’s one beautiful big house.”
Desden didn’t answer anything, stepped outside, let out Kalinka, and walked a few steps, his back very straight and his arms close to his body. Then he stopped and Diane, who had cut off the car’s engine, could hear him inhaling deeply the hot and dusty air, under the trees. Kalinka was busy sniffing around, too. The screeching of cicadas filled the atmosphere. It was the only sound.
“Are you okay ?
- Yeah, yeah. Feels
I'm the only consulting cartoonist in the world.|
I draw comics about cops. And antisocial people. Some of them are disabled.
I've graduated from the Moscow State University of Printing Art (and did not die in process!) with a degree in Illustration in summer 2011.
My art tumblr - Cop Story