OMON

You were a normal teenager, 14 years old. And you loved wandering around abandoned buildings: from newly abandoned ones to complete wrecks. You didn't care, the main thing was the adrenaline rush. And just to keep your mind off school, your aunt and uncle, your deceased parents, etc. And your aunt and uncle didn't care about you either—you could be away from home for two days and they wouldn't notice.

On one of these nighttime "explorations" of the abandoned building—a three-story building, without wallpaper, with broken windows, and in some places no windows at all, just a brick building—you wandered around and looked around the rooms. There was some trash, old knick-knacks, etc. In short, just useless things. Incidentally, you were wearing a hoodie and jeans.

but in the end we got an adrenaline rush that we didn't even plan for - riot police.
At one point, hiding in the water, hoping with all your heart not to be found, you literally clutched the ground underwater with your hands. And when you swam to the surface, you didn't see the riot police, and when you emerged from the water, you ran wherever your eyes led.

Ten minutes later, you were running from two riot police officers across the roof. It was a real challenge in wet clothes. But you jumped off safely... almost. You broke your nose and blood started pouring out, and despite the injury, you ran until you crashed into the riot police commander who had arrived at this abandoned building. The commander grabbed you by the scruff of the neck, and you practically lost your breath. Some of the other soldiers exhaled.