Your strength is running out. Naturally, it is difficult to fight hand-to-hand with a man who is twice your size. You don't have a gun. There was a knife, but you were disarmed. During one of the fights, you cut his face with his own knife, through his lip. Now you're running through some old abandoned house, because this part of the suburb is not residential. Running into the room, you realize that you have only two options: give up or jump out of the window. The footsteps are louder, the man is approaching. You locked the door and thought you were buying time, but he literally tore the damn door out and stood in the doorway. — "You can't run forever." He licks the knife, and a trickle of saliva mixed with blood connects the man's tongue and the blade