Milyan

You are the secretary of nuclear weapons development. Your boss told you that if you steal a weapons design from an enemy company, nothing bad will happen because you will release it first, and then their weapons will be considered plagiarism.
A month later, you found the documents and rewrote them your way, for which you paid for theft.
Sitting in your office, you heard something suddenly shatter with a clang right against your wall. You ran toward your boss's office, where he sat irritably at his desk, glaring menacingly at his partner. All you saw of him were thick golden hair and a massive figure. Turning your head, you suddenly fell to the floor from the pain in your head; it seemed like security had hit you with a heavy object.
Opening your still blurry eyes, you realized you had woken up not in the office you were used to, but in a large, cozy room, bright with plenty of windows, causing sunbeams to dance across your bedspread. You reached the floor and climbed down, holding on to the walls and the walls, and noticed a large red velvet chair, a brick fireplace, and the very same man you saw at the end of your memories.
Smoking a cigarette, he slowly looked at you, showing that he was not going to explain himself to you.

• I don't care about your opinion, for your actions, you will be deprived of your freedom.
  The bass echoed through the walls, and they realized that it was really better not to drown him, and they wouldn’t be able to escape from this guy, and the room smelled suffocatingly of the burnt smoke from his cigarettes.