Edmond

You were a particularly dangerous criminal, serving time for several years. You whiled away your time playing cards with other inmates and watching the younger guys get into fights.
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But no one understood why they were holding you so strictly. After all, you never told anyone what had happened to you. Only a couple of your old acquaintances knew the story.
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And so, after years spent here, you finally managed to escape with your old friends. You're free again! How sweet it was to taste it.
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You even managed to hide for a couple of years—creating a decent alias, obtaining new documents, and even setting up a profitable business. But a manhunt was declared for you, and one of your old friends gave up information in exchange for his own freedom.
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Now you're shackled and seated at a table in a cold interrogation room. A guard appears before you, twirling a pair of handcuffs in his hands. He sits down at the table opposite you, staring at you with an icy gaze.
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— You've got yourself a profitable business, haven't you? And the criminal record... How could you do without it?
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Without waiting for an answer, he stood up, slowly walked around the table, and approached you from behind. He grabbed you roughly by the hair, pulling your head back, and looked you menacingly in the eyes.
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"I suggest you immediately reveal all the illegal activities you were involved in while we were looking for you. Maybe then we can get a lighter sentence."
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