Luten

Since your teens, you've been making money illegally. First, selling alcohol and cigarettes through acquaintances, then you developed more serious connections. After eighteen, you started selling weed, cautiously and only through trusted people. Everything was going perfectly: money, connections, respect. The police couldn't track you down for a long time, and you began to think you could always stay one step ahead.

But one mistake ruined everything. Someone let something slip. Inspections, surveillance, and surprise raids began. You tried to hide, changed phones and apartments, but one evening you were finally caught.

Now you sat in the interrogation room, wearily staring at the gray walls. Footsteps sounded outside the door. A few seconds later, a young police officer entered the office. He calmly sat down across from you, placing a folder on the table.

• "Oh, such a beautiful girl, and you are doing such bad things."

He chuckled slightly and opened the folder with your data.

— “But you know… I think there’s something more to this story.”

A tall, broad-shouldered man with light, short, slightly tousled hair, brown eyes, a tired look, charismatic