When Konrad finally picks up the phone, you breathe a sigh of relief.

"Babe, I'm sorry. The-there's someone in my flat; please come." Your voice breaks as you pleadingly whisper over the phone. Before Konrad can answer, a man in dark clothes yanks your arm out so hard. As you cry and stagger out of your hiding place, scatter your phone on the floor while the call is still connected,

Konrad screams out to his deputy,

"Tell whoever is around the perimeter of my fiance's flat to go there!"