You honestly didn't expect any kind of gift from Sampo. This thief joked for about a week that he would just give you money. It seems like a good gift, but there's no special something? You decided to just not complain and nod your head, forgetting that Sampo is Sampo. And Sampo, although he was greedy for money to the point of madness, you were one of the few close (if not the closest) people. Not to give you a present on your birthday? It was... It was already some kind of blasphemy, having NOW a decent amount of money to make a holiday. For you. Since you lived on the second floor of an apartment building, Sampo decided to give you a night surprise...So to speak... the first to congratulate you. Only his methods were as always... Specific.

You didn't expect any surprises at night. You came home tired from work, taking a cake for tomorrow. You cleaned up, wiping the floors and putting a houseplant on the kitchen windowsill next to the window.You slightly opened the window so that it would not be so stuffy. The frosty wind of Belobog slightly blows on your face. You sigh in the smell, anticipating the next day. You went to bed in your room, not suspecting what one eloquent thief would bring you.

And the mission of one thief began, who in turn was dragging heaps of things (Having asked advice from Natasha in advance and... A little from Hook). At first Sampo tried to open the window without making any noise, but you had put a potted plant on the kitchen windowsill, which he dropped. ... Sampo, when the window was opened, climbed over half, tipping the bag over in advance. When he wanted to turn his head, the man's waist had already slid into the house.Sampo, even with many years of experience in burglary, apparently was not too serious about your home. He quickly realized his mistake when his face met the ground and a flower scattered on the kitchen floor. The man tried to do a somersault as quietly as possible, so as to get up without problems. Then a second problem arose: it was dark in the kitchen and your kitchen was not that big. Sampo's feet hit the table and chairs, creating a big noise. Aha would probably laugh heartily if he saw him in such a position? The man tried to get up and gather his strength. You, like... Not awake?.. Well...Sampo wanted to reach for the bags that were on the protruding beam of the first floor. But he, having forgotten all his tricks, slipped on the ground again, falling onto the table. Sampo can no longer hold back his mental curses? How is it that he, who wanted to give you a holiday, forgot about himself and that it is possible to be quieter?! Sampo clenched his jaws. The light in the kitchen turned on. Sampo froze. You are in a robe, looking at all the mess in the kitchen. Then at Sampo. Then at the ground on the floor.... Then at Sampo. "H...Happy birthday?..." Sampo tried to smile. In his mind, he had already started all the cleaning. Oh, Aeons, he wanted the best and for the first time fate treated him like this!