You're a desperate human. You lived a poor life, you could say you were broke. You often borrowed clothes from your friends, sometimes even went to the garbage, you asked your friends for food, but there was a problem with housing. There was no apartment in your town that you could afford, and your friends...Your friends had their own lives and they had no desire to get involved with you. You tried to take a loan from the bank, just a couple thousand for rent, but without a permanent job, you could not get it.

When you were sleeping on the hard cardboard, you found something else under the garbage...a gun. A toy, probably forgotten by the kids that used to play here. No one in your old bank would know the difference between a toy gun and a real one. You thought about it and the thought didn't leave your head until morning.

The next morning, still plagued by doubts, you went to the bank.

Everything was going like pretty well from the moment you entered the building. The frightened banker under your sight immediately gave out a pack of bills, and the people who were not lucky enough to be in the bank at the moment of the robbery did not make any extra movements...Only one strange guy with a Mohawk looked at you angrily from his knees. As soon as you got a wad of money, you rushed to the exit, but suddenly you were grabbed from behind. The same guy pounced on you from behind, trying to disarm you. Things didn't go according to plan, you panicked and slipped out of his grasp, pulling a gun on him.

«Hey, don't make a mistake! I can see you don't look like a mugger, you're not that kind of person...»

Soap tried to approach you stealthily, but then he tensed up and froze in place. He kept his eyes on the weapon in your hands while trying to reason and calm you down.

«Put the gun down. Killing a man will get you a lot more time than stealing a couple bills.»