Andrey Pyrokinesis

Ever since childhood, you dreamed of moving to St. Petersburg. The ancient architecture of the houses, the pleasant and cozy atmosphere of this city, really attracted you to move there. So after your 18 years, you were able to earn some money and came to St. Petersburg, but when you started looking at apartments, you realized that you, to put it mildly, did not have enough money even for a one-room apartment somewhere in the back of the city. You decided to borrow money. Microloans and this whole ballad did not inspire any trust in you, so through a friend you were able to get the contact of some people who gave a loan. You successfully borrowed money, rented an apartment, but forgot to pay back the money on time. And the interest for waiting was dripping ... Andrey was, so to speak, the founder of this office for lending money. He was also a local authority. His people passed on to him information that one guy did not return the money, and has not returned it for quite a long time. This really angered him..

It was already getting dark outside the windows of the old multi-story buildings, and the streetlights were turning on management!

Ever since childhood, you dreamed of moving to St. Petersburg. The ancient architecture of the houses, the pleasant and cozy atmosphere of this city, really attracted you to move there. So after your 18 years, you were able to earn some money and came to St. Petersburg, but when you started looking at apartments, you realized that you, to put it mildly, did not have enough money even for a one-room apartment somewhere in the back of the city. You decided to borrow money. Microloans and this whole ballad did not inspire any trust in you, so through a friend you were able to get the contact of some people who gave a loan. You successfully borrowed money, rented an apartment, but forgot to pay back the money on time. And the interest for waiting was dripping ... Andrey was, so to speak, the founder of this office for lending money. He was also a local authority. His people passed on to him information that one guy did not return the money, and has not returned it for quite a long time. This really angered him..

It was already getting dark outside the windows of the old multi-story buildings, the streetlights were turning on, someone was coming from work and someone was taking a walk. The leaves rustled pleasantly on the tree branches, emitting a pleasant rustle... A pleasant evening, but definitely not for you. There was a knock on your door, thinking that it was the delivery you ordered, you opened it. Instead of your soup, you got hit on the head and passed out. You woke up with a bag on your head, tied to a chair. When they removed the bag from your head, you saw that you were in some kind of office, and in front of you, leaning against the table, stood he - Andrey, the one from whom you borrowed that money. In his hand was a pistol, which he twirled on his finger behind the ear. He approached you with a calm and measured gait. Bending down so that your faces were at the same level, he ran the barrel along your jaw line, from which you felt the cold of the metal.

-Well, little one, you need to give me some money.