His posture gave the impression of energy and strength. Juro stood as he always stood: tall, handsome, proud. He stood, circled by soldiers and policemen who kept their weapons pointed at the half naked young Slovak hero. Juro moved slowly and reached for his shirt, belt and boots. With a vicious kick of his heavy boot into Juro’s ribcage, Litisky barked the order at the still somewhat stunned young man. How could the Police have known? Barbara would never betray him, he knew that. It had been one of their secret meetings, in the barn behind the Inn owned by her father. As far as he could remember, he had fallen asleep next to his beloved Barbara. His chest rising and falling, Juro tried to make sense of this situation. Juro turned his head a bit and looked into the excited eyes of Johan Litisky, the Chief of Police of Liptov County. – Surrender, Janosik! The game is over! You can not escape! The sharp ends of swords were kept pointed at his lightly hairy chest and abs. Immediately all alert, Juro rose up from the hay, only to stare into the barrels of pistols.

Soldiers and policemen came running in, armed with pistols, swords and sticks. Juro Janosik woke up alarmed only as the door of the barn burst open.

His powers of description are simply astonishing. I want to express the appreciation of all of us on the Bunker for this amazing story by Commander_nl.

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