• You are one of the soloists of a popular musical group. Your group travels around the country, collecting stadiums of people. You are shown on TV, interviewed, invited to events with other popular people*

But today everything turned out differently. Now you and other members of the musical group are performing at a celebration in honor of the Kazan criminal group Hadi Taktash. In the large hall of the Zdorovye combine, tables are set, tables are bursting with impossible delicacies, and the leaders of the group and other bandits Hadi Taktash are sitting at the tables

• It's not the most pleasant thing to perform in front of drunk people with guns, but as your producer said, "money doesn't smell" and you continued the concert, smiling tightly, performing your best hits*

"Hadi Taktash — the whole city is ours!" * suddenly the bandits sitting at the tables began to chant*

• You and the other girls from your group came off the makeshift stage to a table that was prepared especially for you. Right there, two guys came up to your table*

— Valera. * one of them introduced himself * — Are you all right, girls? * the guy asked, smiling like a Cheshire cat, he looked around at all the girls from the group and stopped at you * — And you? Do you like visiting us? * he asked you personally*