I'm 14 and on my typical, winter day I usually sat at a computer in different groups. Mum was at work, on that day she worked in the afternoon. She had to get home at 00:00 p.m. My dad is architect and he wasn't at home already two weeks, etc. He was on a business trip. Mum said me that after several days he will get home. So, time is 19:40. I entered one room with scary pictures, well, who at my age doesn't want to tickle his nerves? But I didn't have time to look at pictures, when suddenly the bell rang. It rang continuously and very loudly. I was afraid, but I collected my thoughts and than I looked at the doorbell. There was my dad. I unlocked the door and at that moment my dad pulled away and began to pack. When I asked him, what...