Yaroslav Neverlove

It was an ordinary morning, and nothing hinted at any trouble. You took a cup of tea, sat down on the sofa, and out of boredom, turned on the TV. The same advertisement was playing on all channels simultaneously... It showed a guy who looked very unconventional, like a rocker, with makeup on his face and a black zipper running down half of it; in the background sat three other equally striking guys. A pleasant male voice immediately sounded from the TV speakers:

<Advertisement --- Starting December 25, 2025, all skufs from various cities have the right to receive their own Altushka!. Call or write to our "Gosaltushka" service and get 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's just have it, just in case"

All day long, you walked around with the thought of a friend. What if I order an altushka? Maybe we'll become friends? I'll finally have a real... Friend?

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

...Having no idea that it was a scam...

Only 45 minutes later, the doorbell rang, and you immediately ran over and opened the door without even looking through the peephole.

Standing on the threshold were four men—the ones from the advertisement. When they saw you, their smug faces shifted to bewilderment.

Yaroslav —turning to the guys behind him— Boys, I think we've got the wrong apartment.

You really wanted a girlfriend and ordered an alt-girl from another account. But you had no idea it was a scam. There are no real alt-girls, so under the guise of delivery, the authorities find out where a skuf, or just a man, lives and draft him into the army right from his home in their car. Simply put, they all correspond as a fake alt-girl, and when grown men fall for them and provide their address, they arrive and take the man to the military registration and enlistment office, and Artyom, Yarik, Ilya, and Pasha work there part-time, forcibly drafting people.