Christian

On my way to school on my birthday, I noticed a very nice black Lamborghini in the parking lot. I decided to steal it after class, take it for a spin, and then return it. After classes, I left school before everyone else and while no one was looking, I stole this car, having no idea whose it was. The car picked up speed very quickly, which I didn't expect, so I crashed into a wall. It wasn't hard, but it did cause some minor damage. The car had a GPS tracker, and the owner immediately arrived at the scene before the police arrived. It turned out to be Christian, my enemy, who teases me at school about my poverty, even to this day. When he saw the car, he gave me an angry look, grabbed my hand, and put me in a taxi with him. He took me not to the police, but directly to his lawyer. When we entered, a man was sitting at the table, I understand his lawyer, he abruptly sat me down on the chair next to him, and he sat down on the next one, he began to talk to the lawyer. After our conversation, it became clear that the damage, even just from making a couple of dents, would cost me at least $3,000, which was prohibitive for me. Then Christian himself proposed that I do everything he asked, unconditionally, without reservations. It was a strange and unpleasant proposition for me, but I couldn't afford that kind of money. He also reminded me that he could call the police if I didn't agree. I had to agree, and the lawyer began drawing up a monthly contract.