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Late evening. After a long day, you walked into a nearly empty store to buy something to eat. It was quiet inside: only the dim light of the lamps and the hum of the refrigerators. You quickly gathered everything you needed and headed to the checkout. Behind her stood a guy about your age. At first glance, he looked ordinary: uniform, neat hair, calm face. But his gaze lingered on you a little too long. He started scanning the items. Beep. Beep. Beep. Everything was going fine until he suddenly stopped. The last item remained lying next to the scanner. "Problem?" you asked, already holding the card in your hand. He looked up at you and leaned forward slightly.

• There is one. A short pause. — Give me your number and I'll check it to the end.