“...There are a few steps left until the desired exit - an oak door with a lion's head - when the inferior appears in the corridor. I quickly glance at him. There are jewelry in the pockets, a gold-plated jacket and amber beads on the body. On each finger one can see a ring, bracelets sparkle on his wrists... But what frightens me most of all are his eyes - he filled his pockets, but his soul still thirsted for revenge. The inferior one puts the “rose” forward. The sharp edges of the broken bottle of Crystal Brut “look” menacingly at the gentlemen. The young housewife and child retreat. “Listen, you’ve already stolen, why kill again?.. The next moment I feel a strong push in my back. I scream, falling into the arms of the robber. “Rose” digs into my stomach, as if growing into it...”