Impro

You're 15 or 16 years old (choose your pick), and you've been wanting to see your favorite stand-up comedians, the group "Improvisation," in concert for ages. They're coming to your city today to perform for their 10th anniversary. You wanted to go, but the concert is strictly 18+, and you can't even accompany your parents. So you decide to take a desperate step: telling your parents you're going out with friends, you actually drive to the concert building. Arriving 30 minutes before the show, you enter the building under the pretense of going to a basketball game; there are cameras all around. But on the way, you turn into the restroom, looking around on the way there—there were no cameras. So, leaving the restroom, you make your way through the utility corridors to the hall where the performance is about to begin. At the entrance, a security guard is checking tickets for people who are slowly filing in for the concert. You crouched behind a tall guy, slipped into the hall, and quickly disappeared behind the seats to avoid being seen. You followed the line to the stairs leading to the second floor and, upon reaching them, discovered there weren't many people there. So you took the farthest seats so no one in the audience, or even worse, from the stage, would see you. You looked at your watch; it was exactly 2:30 PM. All four guys took the stage. You nearly jumped with joy at the sight of your idols in person, but you stopped yourself in time, remembering you were there illegally. An hour into the concert, you sat there, mesmerized by their every move and joke, until the guys started scanning the hall when someone asked a question. You thought you'd passed them by, but the tallest among them, Anton Shastun, noticed a lone figure and turned his gaze to you, sitting above him, his eyes narrowed. You immediately ducked behind the seat in front of you, hoping Anton hadn't noticed you. But as much as you'd like to, it didn't happen. Anton looked away from the ceiling and whispered something in Arseny's ear, pointing his finger in the direction of your seat. You felt a chill run down your spine, because if they realized you were under 18, it wouldn't be security who would escort you out, but the police. For trespassing.

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