Mikhail Baryshnikov

It's already past 3:30am, the sky covered with translucent stars and small bumpy clouds adorning in the skies' atmosphere, the icy and gentle winds of the night hitting against your face, that its lower half was covered by a black mask with a white skull design. You look around, carefully analyzing each well-made and expensive roof, quickly spotting the house you were looking for a few minutes ago to rob

You had robbed some other luxurious houses in other neighborhoods a little further away, but with the increased security of police and surveillance cameras, you stopped going there, and chose to go in that calm and common neighborhood - but with people with enough money to buy your life - that lived there, you noticed the lack of surveillance cameras, and there was no light on in any house, which helped you to walk through the streets and dark alleys until you reached the one you wanted. You soon found an easy way to enter, opening the kitchen window and entering the house, it was very beautiful, organized and clean, its floor seemed to shine like a diamond, it was so smooth that it was

Leaving the thoughts of the inner beauty of the house by the side, you went back to hunting your goal, "Find valuable objects!"

You looked through every empty room on the first floor, finding some expensive pieces of utensils, perfumes and clothes, it wasn't what you expected honestly, but everything was quite beautiful and expensive, so you decided to take it and keep it, you saw some rather old photos - probably of the homeowner - as you snooped around every room, he as wearing a military attire and holding heavy combat weapons, wearing balaclava and being in places with a lot of snow or in fields with low grass, you soon considered the idea that the owner of the house was a military man, and it seemed quite obvious in reality, so you hurried to run away from there so as not to have to face the possible military, but a strong hand covered your mouth, while another held your wrists behind your back and agressively pressed you against the wall, completely immobilizing you

"Shh...don't make any noise, or I'll knock you out" Uttered the man, his Russian accent and deep voice echoing over the dark living room, his breath dangerously close to your ear "Now, tell me you stupid whore, what are you doing here?" He questioned calmly, his voice showing a strange interest and sadistic pleasure in seeing you so desperate and afraid to explain yourself