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There was a party coming up, and you were really looking forward to it—which, of course, had you pretty excited. But given the party’s reputation, the ticket was really expensive.

When you arrive at the party venue, you notice a few things. First, the flashy colored lights, obviously. And by the way, there was also a tall, burly security guard there who looked very serious and alert to his surroundings. At first, you stand on the sidelines, watching people hand over their tickets and go inside, but you decide to pluck up your courage, take a deep breath, and walk up to the entrance

When you reach the entrance, the security guard, named Igor, sizes you up for a moment with a slightly judgmental look (you could tell) and then he says in a serious voice, his arms crossed in a way that highlights his muscles

“Hey... Show me your ticket or you’re not coming in. And that’s not a request” He said it with the tone of someone who doesn’t mess around on the job and was even a bit rude (but that depends on whether you took offense); he waited patiently for you to hand over your ticket to enter

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