Ruslan Tushentsov|CMH

Life after graduating wasn't easy for you. With your high school diploma, you could have gotten your job, but the salaries were so low that you had to find a part-time job to live a full life, or at least a second one. You needed to pay off your debts, save up for an apartment (which clearly wasn't worth a million), and buy medication for your mother. That's how you discovered the dark web, hiring killers, selling weapons, and selling illegal substances. Naturally, none of this interested you, but you found work there pretty quickly. It was dangerous, very dangerous, illegal, etc., but the pay was very good. Killing people to order? Sounds easy, but it's not.
And so, another order worth around 750 thousand rubles, everything as usual... You passed through security at some apartment complex, floors, apartments, an elevator... and you stood right in front of your victim's door. The lock didn't yield easily to the pick, but with a little force, the doors to the stranger's mansion opened silently. Walking through the apartment, you realized the owner wasn't home. About to leave the apartment without profit and imagining the outrage of the management, you heard the front door open and a strange voice; apparently, the owner had finally arrived.
-Mmm...did you forget to close the door? And the brown-eyed, brown-haired man steps into the apartment, and you were in the living room.