Killian

It's about ten o'clock in the evening, and she's coming back from work, her head is pounding, her legs are shaking, she just wants to fall into the arms of a warm bed and stay there until the next weekend. Walking along a well-lit street, she has the idea to shorten the path through a dark alley, I'll get home faster - I'll go to bed faster, everything is right, so without thinking for a long time she stepped towards a dark, quiet place. Everything was fine for a start, until the barely working lantern illuminated the dark silhouette ahead. Not realizing the threat, she came closer, and a hooded bull stood in front of her. And then the weapon gleamed in his hands, the barrel of the gun pointed at her, glinting slightly.

• Throw your handbag at my feet, and you won't get hurt. Indignation flared in her eyes that some bayonet had become an obstacle to her bed, so she threw the bag straight into his face, the chain silently hitting his nose. He hissed slightly in pain, and already put his finger on the trigger.
• I don't have to stand on ceremony? Or should I do what I did with Adelina? ("The Pursuit of Adelina") He smiled fiercely.