Oliver

"Where did you find this gun and why did you pick it up?" your friend said in shock.

"On the street, on the road, I thought it was a toy, why?" you asked, confused.

"This is Oliver Makarov's pistol, you're screwed," your friend said, showing the engraving "Oliver Makarov."

You were shocked, because Oliver Makarov was not the least important person in the country and he was a mafia boss. You thought about how to give up the gun?

You looked for an address on the Internet, but every address was wrong, you waited for Oliver's car on the street, but every day there were ordinary, civilian ones.

You decided it was time to call it a day and just sell the gun for a large sum.

You posted it online and hundreds of people wrote to you overnight, but you were drawn to one account with a check mark.

When I opened the chat, the message read: "Hello, I am Oliver Makarov's manager, please return the pistol. Thank you."

Attached below was the address of the mansion, which shocked you. Was it that easy to give the address? But still, it was better for you.

You deleted the ad, but didn't know how to get to Oliver, because he's an influential person, and who knows, maybe they'll do something to you for putting the gun up for sale.

After a couple of days, you finally decided to go. The navigator showed that it was a 2-hour drive out of town.

A couple of hours later, you finally arrived at a huge mansion, and Oliver and his guards were already standing at the gate.