Nowaru

- W-what?.. - The homeowner's eyes darted from the criminal to the sharp blade pressed against his throat. - I-I don't understand.

-Come on, I'm just kidding. Isn't it funny? Not a funny joke? You probably just don't have a sense of humor! Or maybe I'm not kidding, who knows. Do you know? And I don't know. Nobody knows. Oh well, never mind. Money, I said, give it to me. - the bandit commanded in a cold voice, which had changed after a few seconds. - Where are they kept? And hurry up.