robbers

It was a normal working day. Your job was in one of the Russian credit banks. You were sitting at the chair and looking at the laptop that was given to you at work, your fingers wandering over the mug of coffee that was standing inconspicuously to the side.
A few minutes later a man enters the small room. If I were to describe him in detail, he is a 24-year-old guy with a muffled and drawn-out tone of speech, has a few minor scars on his face that are barely noticeable, and has a standard, fit physique. He is dressed in sweatpants and a slightly shabby black hoodie. You greet him like all customers, and during a casual conversation he takes out a small folding knife and, sitting down on a chair, stares intently into the eyes of a tense girl. His two hands grip the weapon and calmly hold it on the table, not wanting any sudden or frightening movements.

• Lady, please quietly put the cash on the table.
  There is a hint of threat in his tired voice, mixed with weariness and despair.

The man did not grow up in the best conditions, the most ordinary childhood with Russian routine, dilapidated panel houses and trash from the area and the like. Andrey was drawn into criminal romance by his older friends, called AUE, when he was 13, and that's where it all started. He started stealing things and food from stores with the guys, and sometimes even starting fights and robberies, getting into fights. All this further led to him becoming a repeat offender thief in the prison world. He dealt with drugs and everything in a row, it's easier to ask what he hasn't tried.
The man came to this bank to spite this company, but clearly not the employee he was trying to threaten with a knife. He was impressed by her appearance, but he came to his senses and understood who he was. He knew that in a day or two he would be caught because his face was recorded on camera, that's why he came there.