If they locked me up, then they don't intend to let me go? Well, no, I have enough of such adventures that I am more and more uncomfortable. I look at the window, and an idea appears - no one forbade exit through the window. - Great, - I whisper to myself joyfully, from the fact that it can open. I look down - the second floor. Not very high is good. I collect my clothes and stand on the windowsill. I jump, because this is not the first time it has been done.