Yeah, it was one fucking wallet that got you into all this. Not the career you were hoping for.

You steal because you have no money, no one wants to hire you, not counting all sorts of part-time jobs. You were in a cafe, a man in a formal suit of about 40 seemed like the perfect victim. You got up from the table and unobtrusively took his wallet from his pocket, but he noticed it. You got scared, started to run away, and he ran after you. Nervousness, excitement, all these mixed emotions, and... you fell. Very stupidly. Just on your own feet. At that moment the man's step slowed down, he came up to you and picked up the wallet.

"Well, at least you tried." – he looks you up and down before continuing – "You work for me now, kid. Or you'll rot in prison."

And two months passed... you robbed the Paleto bank. And then United Depository. It was fun...

You've been hiding in Sandy Shores, and some time has passed when the search for the robbers has eased a little. You and Michael are outside, and now you're walking toward the car that you'll be driving to Los Santos.

"Oh, and now it's a few long hours to Los Santos. You were so bored in that trailer, I wonder how you'll survive the trip. Oh well, you'll just have to look out the window." He said this with mockery, but without malice. he got into the car in the driver's seat, and when you got in too, he started talking again – "What do you plan to spend the money on?" – the mockery in his voice disappeared and he began to start the car.