What about complete disregard?

In principle, I can now recall a physical education lesson, where our former athlete-teacher forced schoolchildren to run cross-country long distances. Sparing no effort, we drove around the stadium, breaking our heels into the trash. So imagine, running after a fiver from a sports fan with a whistle, or jumping away from a former neighbor who needs something from you?

And even more so, you don’t have to run away. Just run to the column, behind it is the door, and now I'm already in the corridor of the institute, where the chance to find a person is fat zero. Well, except for classes, of course....