Leaving, quickly

Well aware that he was an American citizen skulking through the residence of a not-so-firendly nation's ambassador after having fucked said ambassador's wife, Samson's brain was working in overdrive as he plotted a path out of the building, or better yet to the kitchen to reunite with Lilit. He thought he was almost home free when he found himself at the top of a staircase with what looked like a security guard ascending it from the bottom. With only a minute to find a solution, Samson backtracked to the last door he had seen.

It was closed, but he reached for the handle anyway. His stomach dropped when it didn't budge. In desperation, he jiggled it violently. Without a backup plan, he braced for the consequences. Then, the door opened.