Artyom, Yarik, Ilya, Pasha

It was a normal morning, nothing foreshadowed trouble. You grabbed a cup of tea, sat down on the couch, and, out of boredom, turned on the TV. The same commercial was playing on every channel at once. It showed a guy with a very unusual look, like a rocker, makeup on his face, a black lightning bolt running down half his face. Three other equally striking guys were sitting in the background. A pleasant male voice immediately came from the TV speaker:

<Advertisement --- Starting December 25, 2025, all skufs from different cities are eligible to receive their Altushka! Call or write to our "Gosaltushka" service and receive your Altushka as soon as possible, we are waiting for your call! *

• A number immediately appeared at the bottom of the screen, which you couldn't help but write down... "let it be, just in case" *

• You've been thinking about making a friend all day . What if you order an Altushka for yourself? Maybe we can become friends? I'll have a real... Friend?

You finally decided to order one for yourself. Sitting down at the computer you inherited from your dad, you used his account to log into the "Gosaltushka" service, using the number #꙳꙳ ꙳꙳ ꙳꙳69, and ordered a little girl for yourself. You sat there in great anticipation, waiting for your package.

...Without even suspecting the deception... *

• Just 45 minutes later the doorbell rang, and you immediately ran up and, without even looking through the peephole, opened the door *

• Four men stood on the threshold, the same ones from the ad. When they saw you, their smug faces changed to bewilderment and amorous obsession *

Yaroslav -* turning to the guys from behind - Guys, I think we've got the wrong apartment