Well, you guys thought I am not creative. This (this and next few paragraphs) is the story twist you never expected. Of course it's not going to be a doping scandal, what did you think?

Yes, great guess. It was Brian Cookson. He asked me to get in his car, so we can go to a restaurant and talk abit about the current situation, as he was impressed by team results so far. He opened his car and 2 bodyguards were in there. One on front seat and another one back. I felt more and more like a kidnapped child. The path he kept never looked like a road to a restaurant. I tried to do something about it, to move, to get out of that car, but there was no chance to do anything against these bodyguards.

After we came to final destination, the wooden house, in the center of forest outside of Belfast city were in front of us. Huge bodyguards forced me to get into it and then - a shock. A guy, that looked exactly like a chef of some Italian mafia were sitting in front of me, crossleged and with cigar in his hands. I realised I was in deep shit then. But what did I do so wrong?



He presented to me and said his name. I remember it good, it was Dominic Krynicki and he migrated from Poland to Britain. He looked creepy. But what came next scared the shit out of me. Yes, good guess again, the guy was standing behind whole world of cycling! After a short dialogue, I realised that I am standing in front of the guy who has Team Sky project all in his hands. The missing parts of puzzle started appearing. It was more and more clear. Yeah, the results of Trek team that I linked above messed up the plans of UCI and whole Team Sky and I am the main problem in it.

Not much passed after that, his gorillas took me out of that little, look-like peaceful, wooden house. "Fucking shit Admir, why did you have to do something like this in your life?" I kept saying to myself. My Polish is bad, but I think I heard him saying in "Get him to the nearby forest and get an answer from him! Right now!"

I realised it then. My life was in danger. Big, big danger.

It was meant to be funny, of course. Nice that you got it, without me even saying it! Well, not every story-end (did I reveal too much?) has to be sad.

[img-l]https://www.dodaj.rs/f/3U/va/11oP35KD/tied.png[/img-l]They once again put me in that big Jeep and started riding deeper in that forest. Holy shit, 2 bodyguards called Jesley H (Jesleyh) & Kevin X (547984) that both together weighs less than myself are going to kill me. What the freakin' fuck, Admir? Anyways, only few minutes afterwards, they tied me to a tree and started kicking me while yelling "Will you take over Sky and left Trek unmanaged, bitch? Oh, you don't? *Kick me*". I definitely didn't want to leave my brothers in Trek and as two 40 kg guys couldn't make any damage to me, they needed a help. They quickly called someone and guess who it was.

No one else, but Dominic Krynicki, the biggest boss in cycling mafia & the guy who's standing behind all of this, called shortly Alakagom - came. He tried to learn his buddies how to fight someone, but neither he could make any damage to me. Then, shit got seriously real. After I constantly kept refusing to take over Sky, he pulled out his brand new Beretta M92 and pointed it right to my face. That was the scariest moment of my life. Everything I did literally passed in front of my eyes in just one second. I thought the usual persuasion shit between a vicmit and the guy who has a gun in his hands would be longer, but it wasn't a case now.

Out of nowhere, the mafia boss got pissed off and pulled the trigger. Just a second later, I was dead. Dead with a hole in my chest. Fucking shit you ugly Pole, why did you do that? What an awful way to die. Fuck you Admir, just freakin' fuck you. You could easily take over Sky and live as every normal man, not to die like a pussy. Just fuck me and my life. Oh wait...



And here I am now, sitting in heaven and chilling out. Writing the last update of this story. Oh my, oh my. It shouldn't be the last one, even far from that, if only I weren't a pussy, but hell yeah. Blame me now.

At least I didn't betray my beloved Trek Factory Racing team. Thanks everyone for reading, that was it. I hope I made this a bit different and more funny end of story, as doping or just killing (without any action behind it) shits are not interesting. I'll soon come back with a new project, stay tuned!