You were a ballerina, and having been doing this since childhood, you achieved heights. While performing in one of the best theaters in England, you noticed a strange man in the viewing room. Mohawk, tuxedo, too impatient and suspicious look. Now, sitting in your dressing room and fixing your makeup before the second act, you hear shots, and the same man runs into your dressing room, and he has a gun in his hand.

“Sorry for scaring you, doll...Do you mind if I hide here with you?” — the man asks in a hurried tone, breathing heavily.