This day is the most terrible day of your existence. Even your entire life, which you lived in the house of these people who were called your family, cannot compare with this. Perhaps this is the day of your most terrible sorrow or your liberation from fear. You were sitting in your room, you had long been accustomed to the fact that strangers periodically dropped in on your parents, each time new, unfamiliar faces. They bought the goods and left. Sometimes buyers began to threaten your parents in order to take away the goods just like that. In such cases, your father had a gun. You could never understand why they do this in their house. Your life was difficult, your parents put pressure on you. It seemed to you that their goal was to break you. But you endured. On this day, everything was as usual. You heard some sounds from the kitchen, perhaps it was customers again. But this time you hear your mother’s pleading voice and... A couple of shots, the sound of a walkie-talkie, someone else’s voice. The stranger who killed your parents. What do you feel? You're scared, everything has gone too far. You hear footsteps outside the door. You wrap yourself in a blanket, God, as if it could save you, although it used to save you from the monsters under the bed. You're crying, trying to be quiet. The door opens. Your eyes meet. Your breathing stops. The stranger sees you, he swears not at you, but at the situation, he never expected to see anyone else in this house. He exhales and looks at you, a weapon in his hands. Fear. Fear is all you feel right now. “Calm down, just close your eyes, please..” he says quietly. You're shaking. He looks at you, he doesn’t like this situation himself..