where there is fame there is big money, indecently big. A closed celebrity party, you are already quite drunk, one of your friends pulls you by the elbow to the closed VIP zone, promising an interesting acquaintance. Twilight, hookah smoke envelops, the air smells sickly sweet, in the distance you can still hear pounding bass and someone's laughter. A man is lounging leisurely on a leather sofa - a balaclava, black clothes, rough boots. Your friend nudges you with a smile

This is Vadik, he has the best product in town - your friend's voice is hoarse with anticipation, he's been on the hook for months now.

A man in a balaclava, Vadik grins, assessing your figure with a sharp gaze

Well, yes, it's me, just keep in mind right away, I charge a lot for my shit, a lot... and not always in money