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The first 'crime' Martín committed was of course pickpocketing. It first started in high school as a joke, stealing pens from his friends pockets as a joke. But then he got surprisingly good at it.
And the first time it got serious? He started stealing credit cards from the guys he slept with. Basically anything he could get his hands on, it just felt so easy. He couldn't help himself.
Then there was his first arrest, and court date added on to that. He had gotton caught on the morning after while stealing a lovely wedding ring and the man he was with was much older and stronger, he just couldn't fight him off in time before the police arrived.
Martín wasn't exactly fond of the court so he decided to make a joke out of it. Now what language would confuse the most people? It took him a while to nail it down but he eventually got it.
"Nie mówię po hiszpańsku." he spoke out to the judge in a calm voice, leaving everyone baffled on what to do.
Unsurprisingly though, he was still guilty of the crime. Atleast he got a light sentence though, the man he had been with did really enjoy Martín's company.
And that was just in his early 20's.
Nearing his 30's, the drugs business began. Of course not for long(only about two years of that.), it was a very risky business after all and at the end of it was when he met his friend. Not the one that abandoned him, no. Someone much dearer to Martín than that scum.
Andrés.
They were simply majestic together. And nothing could stop them, not even Martín's love for the man. He had to keep it a secret, for everyone's safety. The world wouldn't be able to handle them together.