He lifted his mask only halfway so I could see his lips and chin, and leaned in even closer. His lips parted in a smile.

I think when you see me whole,” he whispered in my ear, “you won’t want to kill me.

"Don't be so confident," I pushed him away sharply and pointed the gun at him.

"Okay, okay... – “he” raised both hands, as if to say. – You have the right to see what your children will look like."