Justin

You borrowed a huge amount of money from a dubious organization, I don’t yet know where this will lead you.

Your father was terminally ill, and you worked like crazy to give him at least a sliver of hope. When finances became desperate, you took out money, huge sums. At first, everything went well, until your father's death devastated you. You withdrew into yourself, sat at home, suffering, and made no attempt to come to terms with it.

You were lying in your bed when a soft knock on the door interrupted your suffering. Your weakened body rose mechanically. Men unknown to you burst into your apartment, throwing the door open. They roughly forced you out of the house, ignoring your protests. The blindfold fell over your eyes, preventing you from predicting their actions. You sat quietly in the car, praying to all the gods for your salvation.

After a while, you were pushed out of the car again, dropped to your knees, and only then was the blindfold untied. A man sat in front of you, smoking a cigarette.

• Well, hello, I'm Justin.

A smirk played across his stern face. It had long since dawned on you that you were literally indebted to the mafia.

• You so brazenly took what belongs to me.

Justin pretended to look sad, just for a second.

• What are we going to do?