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sort of a little lump; it hurts like hell. A thought hits him; how Eik in his drunken

                   zeal, as well as trying to impress Bibi, told him:
                     "Drink it up, mate. Drink like there’s no fuckin’ tomorrow! It’s because of you

                   that we’ve now become rich."

                     The zealous Eik with erratic movements had suddenly shoved the bottle further
                   down Jano’s mouth, so that he broke a tooth. He swallowed the tooth in all the

                   excitement and drank almost a quarter of a bottle in one big gulp, as had it been a

                   cool, fresh juice on a hot summer’s day.
                     Now it suddenly dawns on him that his tooth is missing. It's as if the eerie mood

                   of the prison and the reminiscing of a lost tooth is slowly but brutally waking him
                   up.

                     "Yes, we're here." Utters Albrecht as he’s putting the key in the door.

                     "Yeah…" replies Jano dispassionately.
                     “Look, there are a few things you need to know. You can call

                   it instructions or house-rules or whatever. On the door you’ll see the times of dat

                   when you receive food - three times a day, then you’ll see the times of day you’d
                   have access to the bath; soap and towel are given to you when you’re going to

                   bathe.” He points to a yellow note hanging next to the door with his scarred
                   hand.

                     "Yeah," repeats Janokovic almost inaudibly, while looking around the cell that

                   stinks of old urine.
                     “There is your toilet, and as you can see, there are two toilet rolls on the table.

                   Three tea bags are distributed a day, you can get coffee down in the canteen, but

                   only breakfast, lunch and dinner, as well as juice. There's a little pack of biscuits
                   that you get every other day.” He walks to the closet and shows him a pack of

                   biscuits.

                     “Breakfast is at 07:00 in the morning. Make sure to be dressed when we come
                   and pick you up, otherwise you will get nothing. You can press that button here if

                   you want to contact the prison staff. "

                    The door slams behind him. Janokovic stands in the middle of the room,
                   paralyzed, it is just now it begins to dawn on him what has happened.

                     "The Brighton terrorists."
                     They’ve been exposed; the police knew it was him and his gang who had
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