You Should Always Know Who You're Robbing.

It started off like any other house robbery in one of Spain's richest gated communities. Three thieves armed themselves with knives and made their way into a house, only to find a young, attractive woman home alone. So they quickly tied her up and began to threaten her, taunt her, and do other typical bad guy things.

Typical bad guy doing bad guy things.

Here's about the part where you're probably thinking Ryu kicked down the door and burst in throwing flaming hadoukens at all the bad guys. What actually happened is so much fucking cooler.
 
What happened Next:

The girl is tied up, completely at the mercy of three lunatics, in a house full of jewels, grey poupon and Faberge eggs (this is what rich people fill their homes with, yes?) when the burglars suddenly ran from the house in terror. Empty handed. Something had scared the shit out of them out, but what? A security guard? A pack of trained dogs? Nope. It was a picture of the woman's husband:


Yeah, these guys tried robbing Dolph "Ivan motherfucking Drago"' Lundgren's home and threatened his wife.

This man could break every bone in your body with his tongue, tear your heart out of your ass with his eyes, and kick you in the dick with enough force to leave it embedded in the brick wall behind you. Standing at six feet 5 inches tall, with degree in chemical engineering, an IQ of 160 and a black belt in karate, I'm not sure why he didn't just teleport in and shoot the robbers with lightning bolts from of his dick.

The criminals have yet to be caught, but it's probably punishment enough that each lives with the certainty that one day, he'll be walking down a sun lit street, only to turn around and find Ivan Drago is standing directly behind him with a debt to settle.