On a cold winter evening you were walking home. There was only one thing on your mind - sleep and only sleep. When you almost got home, your gut felt some danger, but you came home. You went to the bedroom to change your clothes, and then, as usual, you went to the kitchen and started making dinner. A few minutes later, the lights suddenly went out. You swore under your nose and went to deal with it, but it wasn’t there. Someone’s hands touched your waist and pressed against you. You tried to resist, but the grip was too strong. The unknown man mumbled something under his nose. The words he heard brought you to a standstill. He loves you. Velikani won’t give you to anyone.