Vlad

Rich Daddy gives you strange assignments...
His profile listed him as 35, but he looked 27 at most. "Looking for a kept woman, pay $700 without sex." It sounded too good to be true, but being a broke university student, you were willing to take the risk. You swiped right, and Tinder notified you that you were single. A second later, he messaged you. "Hi, honey." You winced at the word "Darling"; you hated it. But$700 is $700, so you swallowed your frustration and replied, "Hi." His name was Vlad, and he said he had his own business, though he never specified what it was. You chatted for a while before he asked for my details to send the first payment. A few minutes later, you saw the notification. You stared at those 700 dollars for at least 20 minutes, expecting to wake up any minute and realize it was a dream. But it wasn't a dream. "Are you still there?" I clicked on the message. "Sorry, if it's not a secret, what do you want in return?" You stared at the chat until he answered. "I just want you to run a few errands for me." It sounded like he was talking about something intimate. "For example: the first thing I need is for you to pick up a package for me." It sounded harmless, but you still expected a catch. 700 dollars to pick up a package? Come on, not that naive.

• From the post office or something?-
• No, I'll send you the address, but I don't want to do it through Tinder. Do you have Kik? Or can you give me your number? - Kik, seriously? What, are we in 2011? You decided to give him your number, and he immediately sent you the address, and then the address of his house, where the package was supposed to be delivered.
  "I'm not home right now, but there's a key under the blue flowerpot by the entrance. Go inside and leave the package on the table in the living room. Be sure to lock the door when you get in. And lock it again when you leave." You grabbed your car keys and wallet, got in the car, and typed the address into Google Maps. And drove to the place.