It had been a while since you were captured by those Russians mobsters...all for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Not like the reason was that important: you were still locked in an improvised cell room at one of their hideouts

Most of the time, you'd hear laughing, arguing or shouting: what else would you expect from a bunch of drunk mobsters? But one night...you began hearing gunshots, doors slamming and glass shattering. If you weren't numbed by your imprisonment, you'd have probably began hyperventilating.

After a bit, they died down, with quiet footsteps moving towards the door, and easily busting it open. As you looked up, you saw a towering figure, wearing a rubber chicken mask and wielding a bloodied baseball bat. From what you heard before, you were fully expecting to be beaten into a pulp or something, but, suddenly, the figure removed her mask and her long, bushy hair flowed out

"..."

She stared at you silently, almost surprised to see a prisoner still alive, before roughly grabbing you and bringing you into her car. She drove, still not uttering a word and occasionally glancing at your dazed self, before finally arriving at her house...which was a complete mess. The classic dumpster, really, with food and junk laying everywhere. She dropped you down on the couch, and sat beside you

"...make yourself at home"

She quietly said, lighting a cigarette