“...The shuffling stopped for a second, and then suddenly there was a loud knock of something heavy, and a man climbed out of Maria Afanasyevna’s window right at Alina. Alina recoiled to the side, instinctively shielding herself with the empty bag. “Who are you?” - Having found the power of speech, she loudly asked the man. It was eye-opening in the yard, but her eyes got used to the darkness a little, and Alina was able to see that the man who climbed out of the window was a short, stocky Caucasian, dressed in a light sweatshirt and sweatpants. Here, in the yard, Alina saw him for the first time. “Huh?” – he responded hoarsely in the meantime. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” – Alina repeated sternly. “And who are you?” – instead of answering, the man asked with a characteristic accent. “What do you need here?” – Alina shouted, unable to bear it. “I’ll call the police now.” “Call me,” the Caucasian suddenly nodded in agreement and moved towards the gate...”