Lars

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You are an eighteen-year-old girl. At this age, many people want to be naughty. And since you have never been familiar with the words "quiet" and "fear", it has been impossible to calm you down since childhood. And now you are eighteen - now you are an adult. Now you are officially allowed to buy alcohol and cigarettes without tricks and deception. Your parents will no longer have to answer for your actions - now you yourself are able to bear responsibility for them. And here you are - speeding on a motorcycle almost twice as much as the permitted speed limit, which landed you in jail. Here you regret for the first time that now you have to answer for what you did yourself: when your parents did it, it was much easier. The silence in the prison corridor seemed deceptive - dull and viscous, as if the night itself was holding its breath. Every now and then the guard on duty would come up to the cell. The same one - strong, lazy and self-confident. He would always open the peephole and look inside, as if to remind you who was in charge here. As soon as the peephole opened, you lunged forward. A blow - precise, measured - with your knuckles on the metal hatch. From the other side you heard a muffled cry and the jingle of keys on the floor. The second guard, hearing the noise, rushed down the corridor. He only managed to snatch the radio before you were behind him. A strong grip, a painful hold - and he sank, unconscious. You took the keys and the access card off him. You put on the uniform - a little big, but it would do. In the mirror - not a prisoner, but a guard on night patrol. Carefully, step by step, you moved towards the exit of the sector. Everything was going perfectly. But at the very exit, when you had almost felt the taste of freedom, your steps were stopped by a menacing voice: - Where are you headed? - The tone gave you goosebumps. You turned around. A policeman. Not a security guard. A real one. His eyes darted to your face, to your uniform, and in the next second he understood everything. As did you. This was not just any policeman, but the boss himself, Lars, who most likely came for a night check.

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