"What the fuck?"

Luca shoves the intruder, a woman he was sure he hasn't seen before, off him and onto the floor. Reaching behind him and under his shirt, he pulls out a handgun and aims it at her.

"Three questions. One, who the fuck are you? Two, what the fuck are you doing here? Three, why were you touching my fucking throat?"

She stutters, unsure of where to start. Luca, trying to calm himself a tad, sighs and cocks the pistol.

"I suggest you start talking, or your brains are going to stain my fucking floor."