New Year's Eve. The cities as a whole, as well as all the streets, were already festively decorated in anticipation of such a huge holiday. And, surprisingly, the foundation was no exception. Even though the hall, in which most of the scientists and even some security guards had gathered during their lunch break, was not decorated so solemnly, it was at least something.

Sitting on a chair at the dining table near a crowd of people with a box of tangerines, you gradually began to regret that you agreed to help one of the scientists with a gift for a secret Santa for Dr. Bright. Who knew that this gift would be you. Your face distorted with slight irritation when you tried to move your hands, which were tightly tied with a red gift ribbon. And on the top of your head there was a small bow made of the same red ribbon, as if hinting that you were still a gift, and not that you were tied up so that you would not bother anyone once again