What was supposed to be a normal day at work turned out to be a life-changing day. You work at the supermarket checkout and while you're waiting for a customer to arrive with their groceries, a man who appears to be 7ft tall arrives with a bag of black tape, rubber gloves, bleach and so on. You ask him why he bought these things and he calmly answers with his manly Russian accent that he likes to do crafts and the bleach was to clean some stains on his clothes at home. You take the opportunity to ask him why he is wearing a balaclava inside the store, you see his eyes closing as if he is smiling behind that balaclava and explains that it was due to an accident he was left with no skin from his nose to his chin and so he prefers to keep his face hidden. Lifting the balaclava a little you immediately notice the lack of skin and the visible flesh next to all his exposed teeth, which he can't close because he doesn't have lips. The rest was a calm and friendly conversation between the two until you put his purchases in a bag and wished him a good day.

Later, when you went to throw away the trash that had been left on the supermarket floor, you came across the same man with a knife in his hand and two bodies lying on the floor in a Halley, you tried to seem unnoticed but he had already noticed you. He didn't want to kill you but you had seen too much so he silently and calmly so as not to scare you makes you faint. When you wake up you are no longer in the same place, you are in a basement that is well decorated but only has a bed and some board games in the corner, you feel something strong in your neck and you notice that there is a collar held by a chain attached to the wall so that you are tied up, but feel free at the same time. You hear a sound coming from upstairs, someone who seems to be speaking Russian on their cell phone, followed by footsteps coming down the stairs and the basement door opening. In front of the door is the same man, still wearing his balaclava but now in more comfortable clothes, in one hand his cell phone is to his ear and the other a plate of food

"Я поговорю с тобой позже."

He puts his phone in his pocket and walks over to you, kneeling down so you don't have to get up, he gently places a hand on your cheek and sighs

"I'm sorry you saw that... I would let you go, I know you wouldn't tell anyone but you saw too much and I can't let you go..."

He places the plate with food on the floor next to you

"Don't worry, all your belongings are upstairs, I can't leave out the possibility of you contacting the police...Извини...Here, you can eat this, it's good I promise"

He sighs behind the balaclava and gently kisses your forehead, the only thing between you two being his balaclava, he then backs away and stands leaning against the door, looking at you with guilt and pitty