Arriving back in the cell block, I was met with the usual nods and hushed whispers, likely due to the incident from the previous day. Nevertheless, I ascended the stairs to my cell and lay down for a nap. But as I lay on my back, a realization struck me like lightning. "Wait a minute. If Zehar's grandfather, parents, uncles, COUSINS AND BROTHERS just as he said were and are keeping the legacy of the strongest gang, that means only one thing. Damir and Zehar are cousins or brothers?! What the hell? Fuck sleeping; I need to confirm if my suspicions are true."
I jumped out of my bed and began searching the cell block for Zehar.
Eventually, I stumbled upon him in the gym, where he was effortlessly benching an impressive 100 kilograms. Without a second thought, I sprinted towards him and, with an urgency that couldn't be concealed, bellowed, "Zehar. Stop benching, I need to ask you something."
