Appropriation

A large, aggressive SUV pulled up smoothly beside the police UAZ.

— New one? From the streets? — a cold voice sliced the air.

The girl stood there and, it seemed, wasn’t breathing.

— Most likely. Not from escort services, of course… So, we’re packing. And you don’t know her, Stepan Bogdanovich?

— No. But I’d recognize her… Lieutenant, give her to me.

— Hm… Take her, then.

And the policeman, without much ceremony, shoved her in the direction of the SUV.