"State your full name." "Makar Aliah Nikiforov." I answered. "Age?" "Twenty one" I muttered looking around the empty room. Nothing but a table that has my wrist handcuffs in the center. I boredly tug on them already dismissing the interrogation. "You know why you're here?" The old detective asked and I yawn. "For attempted murder, vandalism, breaking and entering and assault with a deadly weapon even though I feel like I shouldn't be charge with that since it practically the same thing as attempted murder." I spoke, leaning my head down a little to itch my head. "Ha; unlike the rest of your family members they usually play dumb." He said and I shrug my shoulder. "I don't have to play dumb knowing I'm getting out of a easy situation." I stated. "You're a walking Tyrant I don't think you're going to get out of this one." He said with a serious look on his face. I lean back in my seat giving him a calm smile "Thank you for the compliment."
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