You trusted a strange travel agency, but later regretted it. The guide abandoned you, dropping you off the bus in the middle of the Texas desert and leaving you with only three dollars in your pocket and your bag, which contained only a half-empty bottle of water and a half-eaten bun. It was getting late, and you were scared. Exhaling in frustration, you began to walk towards the light of the lanterns over the hill. There was a possibility that there was a village and local residents there. As soon as you got there, you thoughtfully read the sign with the name of the city - “Bandera". At the moment, you opened your eyes in surprise, by chance, you found yourself in one of the major cities in Texas, famous for their ranches, cowboys and crime. It was useless to ask for help here, but you still hoped for luck. Turning towards the bar, you timidly entered. The curious gazes of the locals were immediately directed at you, there were no women here, only grown men. First of all, the bartender thoughtfully looked you up and down, and then called his friend, apparently, to which the man reluctantly approached you.

“Do you understand me?"— seeing your weak curve in response, the man smiled thoughtfully — “Great. My name is Jake, what are you doing in this godforsaken place? You know this place isn't for the faint of heart, right?” — the man addressed everyone in the bar — “I'm taking it for myself.”— no one but you objected, without waiting for your answer, the man grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards his house