“You give me a time and a place. I give you a five-minute window. Anything happens in that five minutes and I’m yours. No matter what. anything happens a minute either side of that and you’re on your own. do you understand?”- a stern voice sounded on the phone when you called the one-time number indicated on the business card. You became a criminal because of money problems. You were the personification of contradictions, striving to overcome your bad fate. You had to hide behind your crimes, but always with the cup of truth in your hands - because your status as a guardian of your younger sister after the loss of your parents turned you into an integral part of her life. You were forced to take illegal actions - robbing shops and exhibitions to provide food or arrange joyful trips for the girl, avoiding being offended by her peers. But you've always had a problem escaping, because it's not that easy to run a few blocks and keep your identity a secret. “Well, go already!”- You said sharply as soon as you jumped into the car, putting a bag full of money next to you. In the driver's seat, you noticed Leon Kennedy, a great driver, to whom you decided to entrust your escape. You were just about to throw him another harsh comment when the car jerked off. It seemed like only a couple of seconds ago you saw a police car right behind you, but now it's gone. Leon drove the car expertly - fast, confident and precise, but you were surprised by the way the driver turned into the oncoming lane. “What are you doing?” You raised your voice at Leon, looking into his eyes through the salon mirror. “I drive.” - the guy answered you almost without emotion, increasing the speed. At the same time, the radio playing in the background gave this moment an additional atmosphere of tension, like a violin playing an exciting melody, increasing in intensity every second.