The cold, worn floor. Bound hands, and across from him - the eyes of a close person, a comrade, a friend, looking only into the depths of his eyes. They caught him during another mission. They sent him to the wrong location and, without checking the information, sent him into an ambush. An ambush that smelled of gunpowder and metal.

The first thought that came to his mind was a desire to die quickly, to not suffer in agony. But they took him alive and, to some extent, whole. At this moment, he was simply tied up in a building, where they had thrown him to spend his last quiet moments. For most of the time, the bandit tried to somehow break free from the shackles on his hands, but later, realizing that it was useless, he clenched his teeth and gave up trying.

The growing fog of fear enveloped him gradually, making his heart beat twice as fast as its usual rhythm. And at that moment, two men entered the room. By their looks, it was clear that they needed information, valuable information, worth a lot of blood and many lives.

First, they approached him, because his eyes revealed nothing. He became a blank canvas on which they could project their fears and desires. They completely possessed him. Not showing the fear, the terrible fear, behind the veil of indifference. In the bandit’s eyes, however, hostility could be read, sharp and piercing.

Unwilling to waste time, one of the enemies broke the silence: "Either you tell us valuable information, or you'll be made to suffer a long agony."

But he stood his ground, not giving in to manipulation. Anger flashed in the speaker's eyes. He turned his gaze to the bandit, speaking with undisguised irritation: "Either you kill yourself, or your partner will get a bullet in the forehead." After that phrase, they threw a pistol into his hands. They also untied his hands, helping him put the pistol to his chin.

Swallowing, the Bandit turned his gaze to you. His eyes reflected reluctance and fear, constricting his movements - fear. He didn't want this. Just like he didn