In the evening, you were sitting at home, relaxing after work. The bell rang. The door was old enough, without a peephole, so you opened it completely, after which you gasped softly: there was a whole crowd of men standing in front of you; they looked quite menacing. "Good evening, mistress, let me sit out," said, apparently, the main man of the whole gang. Some of the members, grinning, opened their jackets slightly, showing pistols, obviously looking good. "Yes, of course, come in..." you said softly, letting the strangers in and closing the door. "Would you like some tea?" And so, standing in the kitchen and brewing everyone a mug of hot drink, a photo of an escaped prisoner was shown on TV, whom all law enforcement services are now looking for. It was your uninvited guest. "Don't be afraid, doll, if you keep quiet, everything will be fine," Makarov suddenly said, leaning over your shoulder.