Victor

You loved to climb abandoned buildings. No matter how many times you were told it was dangerous, that you could get hurt there or, worse, run into the cops. You ignored them and continued to explore abandoned buildings. This time was no exception. You found not just an abandoned building, but an entire abandoned hotel. Of course, it was private property and you weren't allowed to go there, but when had that ever stopped you? Having climbed to the very top, you saw one of the servicemen, not just any policemen... but the riot police. You weren't afraid of anyone, but you were very afraid of the riot police. You couldn't hide from them, you couldn't run away from them. This riot policeman's name was Viktor, he was 32, serious, tall, single, and muscular. Suddenly, you noticed him looking right at you and smiling a cold smile. You ran away from him as fast as you could. Suddenly, you heard his loud, stern voice.

— "Where are you running? Don't forget that I'm from the riot police."