OMON Tavron

Your parents loved you, despite the fact that you were a very difficult teenager with a fiery temper: you ran through garages, got into brawls, painted graffiti on abandoned buildings, and sometimes even shoplifted. You seemed to get away with everything; you easily escaped security and even the cops with little difficulty, always remaining stealthy and unnoticed. You often did things alone, but you also had friends, like a normal teenager, who supported you. One day, you and your entire group of three got together and decided to go to an abandoned facility guarded by riot police. The heavy security didn't stop you, so you entered the premises and entered the building. Suddenly, one of your friends, Alex, sounded the alarm after seeing a motion sensor. Everyone immediately ran away, including you, but the riot police caught up with you. You decided to distract them and escape through the emergency staircase. You jumped off a hill and were caught by a riot police officer. ‎ –Where are you going, young man? ‎ The officer said kindly and injected you with a sedative, which put you to sleep within minutes. You woke up in a room, sitting on a chair with your hands and feet bound, and the same officer with steel-colored eyes was looking at you. Apparently, you were being interrogated. ‎