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       "Please remain calm - the elevator will be in the station shortly:" a friendly automatic
voice repeated the sentence: that appeared on the black screen along with the countdown:
       "1:00"
       "0:59"
       The third man was obviously overwhelmed by the pomp of the moment:  theatrically shifted
his knife from hand to hand and jumped into a graceful spinning kick - but he didn't get to the
deadly cut: which was supposed to come from the left:      because he hit my knee with his face
(right after my shoe stopped him in the air).
       With a swift bow to the side:  I avoided his big fist: with which he wanted to punish my
sabotage brutally - I slipped behind him and gave him a hard hit in the armpit.    With another
blow to the elbow: I planned to take the knife away from him - but I only hit him in the sleeve
of his shirt.
       He tried to push me into the corner.
       I slid to the floor: punched him in the crotch:   and bounced off the wall forward under
his straddled legs. 
       He screamed in pain and stepped on my hair.
       I rolled over and left a big green tuft under his heavy boot.
       He rushed after me with a mad roar and tried to stab me on the ground     - the pain and
wounded pride deprived him of his reason   - my accurate kick to the temple: of his sight - and
his own knife - of his life.
       Butterfly  and a young man in a white T-shirt  were still dancing a fast tango of covers
and strikes: during which they disarmed each other several times:    and were currently hitting
each other hard with their bare fists in the opposite corner.
       I stopped: grabbed my knees while standing and took a few deep breaths.
       "0:27"
       "0:26"
       I started running.
       "0:25"
       The young man elbowed Robert in the stomach: slid down next to him:   and jumped towards
his knife.
       "0:24"
       He overtook me by a hundredth of a second.
       "0:24"
       He covered my fist with his fist: kicked me viciously in the thigh and cut off a lock of
my hair as I dodged his right hook.
       "You should have been hairdressers:"    I told him with a hateful snarl:  when:   during
another series of attacks and defenses: in which Robert joined smoothly in the third measure: I
I slapped him loudly on the cheek. 
       "Or lawnmower men:"  Robert added  as our harsh common kick  lifted him up  and sent him
straight among the seniors.
       He was on his feet immediately.
       "0:13"
       He grabbed a small startled pensioner in a floral dress: put the knife to her throat and
slowly dragged her backwards towards the elevator door.
       "0:09"
       "0:08"
       Suddenly: blue and inhumanly screaming lift girl appeared behind him:    and stabbed him
deep in the back.
       "0:06"
        He turned around like a snake and slashed the girl in the neck.
       "0:05"
       She fell to the ground.
       "0:02"
       Knife flew out of my hand and stuck into his heart.
       "0:01"