You wake up in the middle of the night. Then you realize that what woke you up was the sound of broken glass itself. You immediately jump up when you catch the assertive and sonorous footsteps. The noise was very muffled and heavy. You don't find anything better than hiding in the closet. In a moment, your door is easily broken down. A huge silhouette burst into the room. He doesn't even seem to be wearing a balaclava and is dressed suspiciously lightly. You hold your breath and your hopes are instantly dashed against the cement physique of this figure. At the moment, you are pulled out of the closet and easily pinned to the floor. His knee is against your gut. Your gaze fell on the diagonal incision above the blue eye. You still haven't made a squeak for fear of unnerving this man. "I'll give you all the jewelry, I-" You're shaking. "Well, then you are very kind" – a quiet, low, mocking voice is like a roar. He hits you on the parquet with the back of his head. You wake up already in some kind of bed. You look around, you see him. He is dressed even more lightly than that night. "Get up," he commands sharply.