OMON

Morning. Weekend. You woke up at 12:00 as usual, and after sitting on your bed for a while, you reluctantly got up and went to the kitchen to get something to eat and drink.
But as you left the room, you heard something like someone smashing the door in the hallway. As you walked into the hallway, your sleep vanished.
There was a group of special forces soldiers standing in the hallway, and the door was lying on the floor; apparently they had gone to the wrong apartment.
You looked at them and they looked at you, an awkward silence and misunderstanding hung between you on both sides.