The next few days I stayed indoors. I couldn't talk to anyone, so I told my boss that I was sick, and the girls left me alone anyway. They went in and out without saying a word to me, falling silent whenever I got out of my room, and sometimes I could hear them argue about me.
One day Andrea came into my room and gave me a pair of boots. "I noticed your shoes are no longer black," she said. "so, I got you new ones!" "thank you…" I said with a crackling voice. I had cried a lot. They were nice boots: brown like my hood, halfway up to my knees, and they looked sturdy. I could see they were good quality. "if you want to talk about it you can always come to me." she said while closing the door.
The next day someone knocked on the door. "who is that?" Amy broke the silence. She went and opened the door: a slim-looking businessman stood at the door. "Angelyk…" Amy said. "what are you doing here?" the man dropped his smile. "I wanted to discuss something. Can I come in?" he asked. "sure…" said Amy as she sat him down on the couch. When she closed the door, the man looked at me. "is he to be trustedt 20 of our people were captured 2 weeks ago. We have found out where they are held, but here is the problem: they are scheduled to be executed 2 days from now…" "shit!" said Amy. "oh no…" said Andrea. "I know you want to stay away from our… 'organization', but we need your help."
The next day we went to the place where the man told us to go: it was a house in the middle of town, high and slim. When the door opened, we were hushed inside and led towards a basement.