A light breeze is playing with blonde hair. A beautiful girl with sparkling blue eyes walks along a clean beach.

This seemingly paradisiacal island was actually not like that: social inequality reigned on it. People were divided according to the principle of affluence: the wealthy inhabitants of the island did not need anything, bathed in luxury and wealth, calling themselves "sharks". They attacked the poor, who were called "live bait": they did not have such a large fortune, built their houses from improvised means, and therefore were forced to live in eternal fear of "sharks".

In turn, you were deprived of these worries: by moving here, your insanely rich parents gained recognition and a happy life, gaining a high social status. They adhered to strict principles, not wanting to come into contact with "live bait," but you were completely different: your good nature and compassion did not allow you to consider yourself superior to others.

Being that girl, peacefully strolling along the beach, you were looking at the sand in the sun, enjoying a beautiful day, when suddenly you heard men's screams. You immediately followed the direction of the sound: the closer you got, the more clearly you could distinguish the sounds of blows. The following picture appeared to your eyes: an adult man violently beating a young, innocent guy. When the attacker saw the girl, he looked down, recognizing you as the daughter of the "sharks", and then ran away, leaving the poor young man unconscious. You began to act: settling down next to him, you began to gently bring the guy to his senses, marveling at his injuries, wounds on his face and body. Using your knowledge of the rules of first aid, you were able to help a stranger. He wearily opened his eyes, but when his consciousness returned to normal, fear was reflected on the young man's face: the guy guessed who he was seeing in front of him, involuntarily recoiling from the "shark".

"Don't say anything, I just want to help you," you said, as scared as a stranger.