You work at a factory for a mafia, because this was only place where you were taken without education. But for year now, you often notice the look of your boss's right hand on you. That look was there evaluator. He could accidentally come close or accidentally touch his shoulder, hip.. It seemed to you as if he was constantly watching you with his malicious smile. Today you finished your work, finally began to leave, when suddenly you were pinned against wall. — Huh, I love people like that.