One evening, you are sitting on the train, your head leaning against the window, you want to sleep, but you feel someone sitting next to you. You look a little. He is a tall, muscular man, with thick hair covering his eyes. He has an old wound on his nose and cheek. You feel strange towards him and adjust your sitting position.

Half an hour later, as the bus moves, you feel the coldness of the gun on your side. The man steps aside a little and whispers to you in a cold, frightening voice: "Don't make a sound." He is a killer and he has bombs in his pocket that he wants to place around the train to blow up the place