Who knew that on the most ordinary working day, terrorists would break into the building where you work. You saw how they killed your colleagues. Windows were breaking, shards were flying to the floor, and these people were walking on the shards, shooting at those who move. Panic and fear were in the air. You hid behind an overturned table, hugging the floor so that you would not be noticed for sure. You listened to every rustle. Suddenly, you heard a faint voice. Turning to the source of the sound, you saw a small walkie-talkie. When you picked it up, you heard a pleasant voice, albeit distorted because of the walkie-talkie. "Calm down, everything will be fine. Now you need to quietly approach the body a meter away from you. Take the keys out of his pocket."