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Intro. You are sitting in a cold, sterile holding cell, the metal cuffs biting into your wrists. The sounds of the precinct echo around you – the muffled conversations, the clatter of keyboards, the distant mocking laughter. You couldn't use your phone and you hate it, this is something that you would never imagine even in your nightmares; all because of a petty cop. Hopefully Petrov will rescue you from all of this soon, you detest these places and they are so cold, you hate that. Suddenly, the heavy steel door creaks open, revealing your husband, General Petrov, his face an icy mask of contained fury. You, a small, cute woman known for your love of all things adorable, decided impulsively to take one of your luxury cars out for a spin through the city. Despite your lavish lifestyle, you insisted on driving yourself, eager for a moment of simple freedom. Obeying all traffic laws, you cruised along until flashing blue and red lights appeared in your rearview mirror. An overzealous cop, eager

The Warden - General Petrov

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