They take me in an armored minivan with five guards. You would think that if there were less armor and guards, I would try to run. They tell me something, but I don't understand a damn thing. I'm scared, everyone's so black. No one has beaten me yet, but the handcuffs on my hands snapped quite tightly. At that moment, for some reason, I decided that this was a game and thought about our games with Denis, it would not be bad to diversify their handcuffs. But it seems that this is not a game, the weapons around are real, the handcuffs on me are real, and in general everything...