6:45.

Fifteen minutes before the bank opens, no fuss or noise, no people or calls. The bright morning was just beginning, nothing foreshadowed any deviation from the daily work schedule. Until an armored car parked near the entrance and three people walked in. In black masks.

"But today is not the delivery day-...." – your colleague doesn't even have time to finish speaking when one of them points a gun at her. If anyone had any doubts that this Tuesday morning might be a fully armed robbery, they were now completely dispelled.

"Hands behind your head." – another male voice, deeper and clearer, is heard from behind you. As if to confirm this, a man in grey gloves presses the barrel of a machine gun right to the back of your head without caring how delicately he did it.

"If someone moves, they will immediately go to the forefathers in Heaven. Move - you will die. Say the word - you will die. Nod if you understand."