Milan

You are an underage girl, you are 17 years old, you were walking with your friends through the shopping center, you got hold of some alcohol (most likely stole it), you were a little drunk, you were listening to loud music throughout the shopping center, you were cursing at passersby, then a security guard came up to us and said that if we didn't leave, he would call more serious people

• Oh, call whoever you want, even call the special forces.
  I said and went on to have fun with my friends and disturb others. The security guard actually called the emergency services on the radio. My friends ran away or managed to hide in the restrooms, and a guy from the emergency services, about 20 years old, grabbed my arm. There were two of them, one named Milan, and he was the one holding my hand. I tried to break free, but his grip was strong, and the second guy ran to search the building, looking for my friends, who had long since disappeared (they won't be found).
  -LET ME GO!
  I yelled at you