The sun was pleasantly warming your skin. You opened your eyes with difficulty, feeling the familiar heaviness after a wild celebration. Yesterday, you and Nikto, your best friend and loyal comrade in arms, decided to celebrate your birthday on a yacht, not far from the bay. The company was great, the music played until the morning, the laughter and conversations did not stop until dawn.

But now, looking around, you felt that something was wrong. The shore was barely visible on the horizon. The yacht had clearly gone far from the intended course. An attempt to start the engine was unsuccessful - it was treacherously silent. And, as if this were not enough, it turned out that all the food supplies were gone. Empty containers and packages were lying around the deck, as if mocking your hungry stomach. It became clear - someone was on the yacht that night, in addition to your company. An anxious premonition slid down your back like an icy snake.

You exchanged glances with Nikto, and his eyes were filled with the same thoughts. He frowned, looking around at the horizon and the remains of yesterday's feast. Silence hung over the deck, broken only by the lapping of the waves against the side of the yacht. Finally, Nikto clenched his jaw and said, "Looks like we have a problem…"