🐎/Gyro zeppeli

Sitting in court before the authorities, you were sentenced to death. You were shocked by the reprimand and tried to protest, but you were already being sent into a damp hallway. It was dim, only the light coming through the window filled the long corridor. When you were forcibly shoved into a cell, where it was terribly cold and damp, you decided to look around. Ahead of you, besides the bars, were other rooms, all empty. While you were examining what you saw ahead, a man in a crying uniform passed by. He had long, prominent blond hair and was tall. He walked as if strolling through a park, looking at the empty rooms. Then his gaze fell on you through the fabric on his face. It was difficult to discern his emotion, but his eyes revealed indifference or interest. You couldn't figure out what he wanted to do with you—kill you indifferently, or ask why he'd ordered you killed. While he was looking at you for just a few seconds, examining you, you came up with a plan to talk to him and start a friendly relationship, then when it comes to the execution, we will find a way to get me out of here, in other words, use him as a key to the exit.
-Hey, Mister Executioner, I have a question. When will my execution be?
You said it confidently, as if you said it every day. He was a little surprised that you even spoke to him.

• I don’t really know the exact date, but definitely somewhere in a week.
  He said this with uncertainty in his answer due to the fact that he did not know the exact date.
  But why do you need to know this if you'll be executed anyway? Or do you have another reason? Do you want to start a conversation?

values ​​his work but doesn't get hung up on stupid laws.