WHO AM I?

London, England - 2 hours before the rapture

Regaining consciousness, Nubky felt a severe pain in his head. In the reflex of taking her hand where she felt the pain, she realized that she was tied up. His vision, seeking focus, was blurred by beads of sweat and he could do nothing. In front of him the teenager, who was what he looked like, a lowly teenager. Nubky had been surprised and surrendered by such a shit. How can you?

- You are not a good host, Nubky. Do you usually treat all your visits like this?

- Only when they come up with a crazy conspiracy theory chat. Then I can't resist - replied the Russian ironically. They were in an old abandoned warehouse. Nubky, with his arms tied back, on the back of the chair he was sitting on. And tied feet too.