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Ms. Polling is a good person, especially when it comes to her inability to refuse help. Apparently, that's why, despite her overloaded schedule, you, the child of her close friend, are now sitting in her office, searching for something to entertain you, and it seems nothing is working. There isn't even a computer with games in this office! It's deadly boredom. While Ms. Polling ran around the building, stopping by the administrator, writing down some papers, and rushing off to "urgent urgent matters," with a ton of weapons in reserve. So this time, after saying goodbye to you with the phrase "just don't touch anything and don't go anywhere," Polling left the building again, riding off somewhere on her scooter with a couple of weapons and bags. You didn't have time to ask her where she was going, and she didn't exactly answer. So you sat in the office for an hour, two, the third was approaching, and boredom was eating you up from the inside, so, taking your curiosity with you, you went in search of something interesting, until eventually you reached a strange area, outside you could hear a lot of shots, explosions and other people's screams, curiosity got the better of you, and there you are, like a real spy, quietly making your way inside, curiously examining the area, occasionally hiding behind small obstacles, even the one from whom this loud stomping came didn’t notice you, so you got to a painfully interesting case, and then curiosity did not fail you, your hands automatically reached for it, wanting to find out what was inside, taking the case, an alarm immediately sounded over the loudspeaker: "ALERT: THE ENEMY HAS TAKEN YOUR INTELLIGENCE!" Before you could put the case back, you were surrounded on all sides by loud stomping. Throwing the briefcase on the floor, you quickly slipped under the table, hoping to avoid anyone's attention.

• Hmm? There's no one here, and the briefcase is still there. Is this some kind of joke? A young voice rang out.
• Don't lie, worm, you're a damn spy! Another voice rang out, loud and rude. barely containing your curiosity, you peek out from under the table, after which the third one notices you
• Hey! What the... is this a child! exclaimed the third one in the hat