An arrogant inspector took away my license while I was driving my pregnant wife to the hospital: a year later, I did something that made him deeply regret what he had done 🤔😢

That evening, the road turned into a solid white wall. The windshield wipers didn’t clear the glass — they only smeared the wet snow. I gripped the steering wheel almost blindly and felt everything inside me tighten.

Yulia sat beside me, pale, her wet hair stuck to her forehead.

— It’s started… stronger… — she whispered, clutching her stomach.

Her due date was two weeks away. I never thought it would happen this early. The ambulance refused to come out to our country house. They said, “The roads are blocked with snow. If you want to make it in time — drive her yourselves.”

I was speeding. Yes, I saw the sign. But when your wife is screaming in pain, you don’t count kilometers.

Blue lights flashed ahead. I was pulled over.

The inspector stepped out of his booth slowly, as if he were bored. Tall, heavyset, self-satisfied. He walked up and tapped the window with his baton.

— Where are we flying to? — he asked with a smirk. — Signed up for a race?

— My wife is in labor. We need to get to the city urgently. Please, let us go, — I said.

He leaned in and looked at my wife. She was struggling to breathe.

— And that smell in the car — did I imagine that too? — he narrowed his eyes.

I answered honestly:

— I had one glass earlier today. Several hours ago. I’m fine. That’s not what this is about right now.

He didn’t even let me finish.

— Step out. We’ll test you.

I stepped out into the snow wearing only a sweatshirt. My hands were shaking — not from the cold, but from anger.

The breathalyzer showed 0.18.

Any normal person would have said, “Alright, go.” But not him.

— Speeding. Alcohol. License confiscated, — the inspector said dryly.

— Are you serious? She’s about to give birth! Let me take her, I’ll come back myself afterward!

He shrugged.

— The law is the same for everyone. The car goes to impound. After that — it’s your problem.

— You have a patrol car. Take her yourself!

He smirked.

— I’m not your driver.

He went back into his booth, and I was left standing on the highway with my wife in my arms.

We stood there for about thirty minutes. I shielded her from the wind with my body. She could barely speak. Fortunately, someone eventually called an ambulance. Ten minutes later, they took her away.

Our son was born that same night.

Healthy.

And that same night, I made myself one promise: I would not forget that inspector. And just a year later, I did something that made him deeply regret his actions 😱😢 The continuation of the story can be found in the first comment 👇👇

A year passed.

During that time, I changed jobs. I left the private company and returned to the system. I worked without days off. Passed certification. Earned a position.

And one day, the inspector’s personnel file landed on my desk. He walked into the office with a confident stride. He didn’t recognize me at first.

— Lieutenant Colonel, Major reporting as requested.

I looked up. He fell silent. He recognized me.

The confidence disappeared from his face.

— Remember that night. The blizzard. The pregnant woman. You said, “I don’t care.”

He turned pale.

— I acted according to the law…

— No, — I interrupted. — You acted according to your mood.

I opened the file.

— In one year — eight complaints. Three cases of abuse of authority. Two incidents of rude treatment of citizens. Until now, people just looked the other way.

He began to justify himself. He talked about service, about experience, about how difficult the job was.

I listened in silence.

— Do you know what saved you back then? — I asked calmly. — The fact that my wife and child survived.

The office fell silent.

— Today there will be an unscheduled inspection. A full service evaluation. And I will personally conduct it.

Two weeks later, the commission signed the decision.

Demotion in rank. Loss of bonuses. Transfer to the toughest stretch of highway — 24-hour shifts in freezing temperatures, no heated post, no “easy” shifts.

But that didn’t feel like enough. I pushed for a review of his old cases. There were enough violations to close the matter for good.

A month later, he turned in his uniform.