He was talking on the phone and walking towards somewhere: “Kill him, cut off all his limbs, and do not think about being lenient with him. And everyone who tried to help him, kill him as well. I do not want emotional traitors in my group.”

Then he hung up the phone sharply and angrily. He knocked on the door of a house, and you opened it for him; a short, skinny woman, he smiled at you lovingly.

“I brought strawberries to you, my love.” His tone changed completely.