Two weeks elapsed, marking the departure of the elite guard unit, a crucial indicator that the second phase of my carefully plan had concluded successfully. This development leaded in the commencement of the third and final phase, signaling the unforgiving approach of Damir's downfall. His demise was now set in motion, advancing at a careful and fast pace towards its ultimate phase.
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"Hahahaha, fuck, I lost" I exclaimed as I frustratedly tossed my cards onto the sturdy, round metal table.
Damir, along with a few other inmates, had gathered to play Poker, and it came as no surprise that I was the first to lose. I was completely clueless when it came to poker or anything related to gambling.
Seizing the opportunity, I addressed the group, "I need to shit. After this game wait for me before starting a new one."
"Very well," Damir replied, his focus returning to the intense ongoing game.
