"Boxes!" – he thought.
It remained to find them. He rolled across the floor again, now in a different direction. Bags, more bags. Suddenly there was a clang of bottles. It was a whole crate of bottles.
"A bottle is just what I need."
He was able to pull one bottle out of the drawer.
“I have to break it in such a way that it doesn't make any noise. After all, security will come running to the noise and then "goodbye freedom."
Solomon rolled to the door and listened. No one seemed to be there. The pantry's iron door was securely locked, and the guards knew he couldn't get out. He must break the bottle. Yes, there will be noise, but there is no other way, bottles have never been broken without noise. He will have to take the risk.
And suddenly, he remembered. A lighter! He wasn't a smoker, of course, but this lighter had been presented to him just yesterday evening in "Sherlock Holmes" restaurant as a souvenir. It had a picture of the Conan Doyle hero with a pipe in his hands. Solomon was very glad to get such a present, because from his early youth Holmes was his favorite character. Now he carried the lighter in his pants pocket. He only had to get it out. But how?
"I have to get him out of my pocket at all costs."
Solomon assumed the "candle posture" and began to shake. But to no avail. Another effort. A cell phone fell out of his pocket. Another effort, and, fortunately, the lighter was on the floor. Solomon lay back and took a breath. Then he fumbled for a lighter and was able to light it. Flames began to lick his fingers, burning his skin. The pain became more and more unbearable, but Solomon continued to burn, for he understood that a plastic handcuff was being burned along with his fingers. Another effort. His fingers unclenched in terrible pain. Maybe it's better to break the bottle? But then there is a danger that, having cut off the plastic, he will cut his fingers. In addition, he will make a lot of noise, because it is not a fact that his guards are far from the door. I must try the lighter again. This time he did it much harder, his fingers cramping in pain. Come on, dear Sherlock Holmes, help your admirer!
The plastic burst quite unexpectedly, and just as suddenly, Solomon's hands were released. Solomon quickly set fire to the plastic on his legs and jumped up. Now we need to make noise, now let the guards come running. He grabbed the necks of two bottles at once and made a noisy uproar. Quick footsteps were immediately heard outside the door. Now let them in, now he is armed and dangerous. Solomon stood by the door with the two remains of the bottle. The bolt creaked. In the next instant, light and fresh air burst into the pantry. The guard stepped inside. Solomon could only make out the figure of a strongly built guy. In the next moment, he pounced on him from behind, driving the broken glass with all his might into his neck and throat. Then he pushed him forward and jumped on to the deck.
