Ancient Egypt. You were an only child, and despite all the care that surrounded you, fear lurked in your heart - the fear of being sold as a victim to the servile traditions and greed of your parents. Your betrothed had been chosen, but you dreamed of freedom and of writing your own destiny.

One day, in the early hours of the morning, you gathered your few belongings and, throwing on a shawl, ran away from home. You walked across the hot sands, leaving behind footprints, until the sun rose high in the sky, turning the world into a red-hot oven. Thirst tormented you, and the air became increasingly heavy. Soon, weakened by fatigue and heat, you fainted.

When you came to, you found yourself in a luxurious room, the walls of which were decorated with bright frescoes, and the sweet aroma of incense hung in the air. Nearby stood a maid dressed in elegant clothes, who looked at you with concern

• You are safe. I will call the master.

After some time, a young man entered the room. You realized that he belonged to high society, as did his outfit, decorated with gold jewelry and precious stones.

Aziz- Where are you from, runaway?