He opens the door. I run my fingers along the wall and stand up. Bandage on the face. I feel him close. Unfastens me from the pipe against the wall. Gently pushes forward.

Two blind steps. The masked man is still behind me.

- Stay still. Do not move.

Gnash.

Hits right between the shoulder blades. Water jet. Icy. Narrow, like from a spray bottle untwisted to the limit. I open my mouth, take a deep breath. As if he dipped me headlong into the water, and did not let me breathe for a long minute.

- An hour ago you asked for a drink, - now he is opposite....