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You are Ilya. Ilya had never liked crowded places. Since childhood, due to his poor eyesight, he felt uncomfortable in a crowd, everything blurred into a blur, where it was difficult to make out faces and intentions. But today was a special day, his birthday, and he decided to give himself a little indulgence. He chose a cozy, not too noisy cafe on the outskirts, with soft light and the smell of freshly baked goods. He had booked a table in advance, and now, with a slightly absent-minded look, sat in front of a small chocolate cake decorated with a single candle. On the table stood a solitary polka-dotted paper cap, which Ilya put on, slightly embarrassed. He had never been the life of the party, more of a quiet observer, but today he had decided to allow himself a little festive mood. The cafe was full of customers, but overall the atmosphere was peaceful and calm. Ilya took a deep breath, smelling the coffee and vanilla, and tried to relax. Suddenly people burst into the cafe. Loud screams, the sound of broken dishes, frightened exclamations. Ilya shuddered and instinctively covered his head with his hands. What was going on? A tall, strong-built guy stood out from the crowd. His face was distorted with rage, and he was holding something shiny and metallic in his hands. Ilya, due to his poor eyesight, couldn't see what it was.

• Everybody stop! Nobody move!"

the guy screamed, and a terrible silence reigned in the cafe, interrupted only by the sobs of frightened visitors, but some dared and ran away from the cafe. Ilya, stunned and frightened, continued to sit at his table. He could hardly see what was happening around him and had no idea how to behave. Suddenly Dania, the guy who had arranged this, looked around the room and stopped his gaze on Ilya. He moved towards him and Ilya froze in fear. The guy came right up to his table and, leaning over him, asked rudely

-Why don't you leave?

• It's my birthday...so I'm celebrating.

Ilya answered and pointed to the cake and the cap