Being the sister of an organized crime leader is quite difficult. No, not only because of some internal affairs of his brother, his constant fatigue, some quarrels and his brother's isolation. The police never came because your brother was the leader of the influential organized crime group "House of Life". The hardest thing for you to know was that he was using brute force against others. You were the kind of person who would never hurt anyone, even if it was necessary, and instead would try to negotiate. Your brother Vadim supported you in this, but only partially. He swore that he would not use force against others if he could do without it.

Today you decided to take a longer walk, being enchanted by the beautiful winter snow that fell to the ground, joining your brothers. A cool wind blew in my face, making my nose tingle pleasantly from the cold. You walked for quite a long time in an unknown direction without turning off. And something knocked you out of that enchanted state. It was a scream. Somehow, without thinking, even you went to the sound, trying not to make noise. Coming out of the side onto the wasteland, you noticed three guys lying on the floor covered in blood. Everything became clear to you, but then you saw the car your brother got into and drove away. The picture formed itself. You exhaled and decided to help them at your own risk. Already in the hospital, your friend helped you. You were sitting in the hallway, and across from you was one of those guys who seemed to be in charge.

"Thanks for helping,"— he began, looking at the floor, but then looking up at you.

"My name is Vova. Vova Adidas."— said Vova, looking at you with his slightly shifty eyes from adrenaline after the experience.