Paul came to a poor neighborhood in his Lamborghini and would walk out of it, lighting a cigarette. As his boss told him, there was a debtor living here somewhere who took a large sum and did not repay it on time. Taking the address sheet in his hands, he somehow found the right house and knocked on the door. As expected, no one opened it and he kicked out the lock with one quick kick, going inside. It was terribly dirty inside, there was garbage and stench everywhere. After walking through a couple of rooms, Paul did not find the right person. But then a rustle was heard from one of the rooms. With quick steps, he got there and went inside a little dumbfounded. In the far corner of the room sat a small disheveled girl of about five years old in some rags and clearly frightened by the appearance of an unexpected guest.