Suddenly, Annalisa heard a gunshot, and jumped over the bar, hiding behind it. She knew it wasn't a good idea to be in a bar alone, of course, but, she figured no one could protect her at this very moment. Wait- had it been the Russians from earlier? They surely had looked shady, but would they have done such a thing? She could've been only back there for a matter of seconds, but she was laid down, curled up in a ball and shaking.

She heard the order to come into the center, noticing the Russian accent. She crawled back out from behind the bar, and felt her eyes fill with tears, but held them back. She made her way towards the center, noting that is had been the Russians from earlier. She felt slightly relieved that she hadn't asked a favor of them, but was petrified. She knew they were robbing the restaurant, and she would be expected to give up her jewelry and money- something she was very unwilling to do. 

She heard the order for money and valuables, but didn't take her money out or her jewelry out- pointing a gun at her wasn't going to be enough to get her belongings from her- they'd have to be forcibly removed. She hadn't gotten to where she was for free- and she wasn't going to give anything up easily. She made eye contact with the man as he got to her, but before he could ask her, a gunshot was fired. Annalisa dropped to the ground, to try and avoid being shot if the man with the gun happened to be shooting into the crowd. 

The only place that got Annalisa was trampled. As people hurried to escape, they ran right over her, and one of her heels slipped off. She eventually got up, and ran out of the back door, bruised and bloody, with only one shoe on. She looked around, nervous, venerable, and sobbing. She was highly afraid, but began making her way down the back alley, to go and make her way home. The body in her house could wait- staying out any longer wasn't a good idea.