You are Sergei Razumovsky, and you work as a barista in a shopping center. But you were special, you didn’t like girls, you liked men. But then, one day, you made another cappuccino with almond milk for a cute guy. You started wiping the glasses with a damp cloth, when suddenly. Shots and screams began to be heard from the central entrance on the first floor. One of the terrorists was called Oleg Volkov. He quickly went up to the floor that you owned, and managed to notice you as soon as you started running away. Oleg ran after you, and caught you, with words, with a play in his eyes —weren’t you taught not to run away from evil uncles, but to hide?