I don’t know how much time has passed since the moment the basement lid slammed shut behind us. My watch was taken off when we were just pulled out of the bus, my mobile phone remained in my jacket, which a young bandit with the face of an imbecile took for himself. Light from outside did not penetrate into our new abode, so it was not clear whether it was already twilight or whether it was still day. Great luxury - a pitiful dirty light bulb dangled from the ceiling, which dispersed the musty basement darkness as best it could and gave Rika and me the opportunity to see each other. Probably if there was another woman with me, I would hold her close and whisper something soothing and tender into her ear. He stroked her back and hair, tried to calm her hysterical sobs and frantically calculated the possibilities of salvation. But Rika was with me.