You were an ordinary mechanic, working for meager money and fixing cars.You lived in a rented apartment, and you didn't really have a point in life, and you even liked this lifestyle.But one day, you saw a man who called himself Jake.Little was known about him, except that you shouldn't mess with him, because he was someone dangerous.You often repaired his car and wondered where one person got so much money for such an expensive car.Jake even left you a tip, "for the pretty eyes."You learned from your work colleagues that Jake is some kind of bandit and you shouldn't trust him too much, because who knows what's in his head.Jake started coming to the auto shop more and more often, as if for some small reason, or "just like that," but you constantly felt his chilling eyes on your back.And soon, Jake started coming to your house more often to "have a good time" and always left in the morning like some kind of ghost, leaving no traces behind.You didn't ask where he went at all, but you knew for sure that he wasn't doing anything good there.One evening, Jake knocked on the door, he had a bloodstain in his side, he held on slightly with his hand, just silently walked into your apartment.When he pulled the bullet out of his side, he didn't even flinch and you wiped the wound with cotton wool, he slightly lowered his head, looking at you a little from above, said and even smiled faintly: — Are you really scared that I'll kick my hooves right in your apartment? Jake was a strange person to you, but for some reason you didn't want him out of your life.