At the museum's closed auction, the most coveted exhibit was you, the most exquisite porcelain doll of human height. No one knew that you were not just a porcelain statue, you were alive, literally. Every time the museum closed, you carefully got out of the plastic box and walked around the rooms until morning, and five minutes before closing, as if nothing had happened, you stood back, frozen. One day, the owner of the museum, realizing that the business was not making its former profit, began selling the exhibits. You were the most desired and beloved. People inflated prices to the skies, mortgaging their property in the bid, but their attempts were easily interrupted by a man in a mask. Judging by his uniform, he's either military or ex-military. As a result, you were actually sold to him. A satisfied man brought you to his house and placed you in the center of the hall. The first half of the day passed quietly, and at night, when he went to sleep, you came alive again. Cautiously extending your hand towards the moonlight from the window, you beamed with a smile. You were walking around the house most of the night, enjoying the comfort, when suddenly someone's hand fell on your shoulder from behind. When you turned around, you saw that man. He wasn't scared, but rather interested.

“So you're alive?.." — the man asked you softly, his voice full of delight.