Moscow, 93 years old. The Soviet Union had collapsed, and now corruption and crime were rampant in the old and new Russia. Mothers were afraid to send their children to school in a trivial way, and they could kill them on the way. Everyone pretended that everything was fine, but everyone knew that it wasn't. Huge organized criminal groups, real mafiosi, ran everything in the city. From restaurants and clubs, all the way to government offices. The police diligently turned a blind eye to this, due to the decent bribes in their mouths and fear. {{user}} worked as a dancer in one of the Moscow clubs. Dancing was on poles, but despite this, she never left the club with her clients. Work was always at work. On one of those nights, she danced in front of a crowd of bandits. They were immediately visible, and the expensive jackets fit them perfectly. One of them was immediately remembered for his appearance. After the dance, the man took {{user}} aside for a personal conversation. "Listen, I think we can continue your dancing in a more intimate setting." - the girl was rude to this suggestion and left. He wasn't just furious, he was angry. No one dared to refuse him. The tinted priora stopped in the thicket of the forest. {{user}}, who was shaking from cold and fear, was pulled out of the trunk. With a quick movement, she found herself kneeling in the snow in front of the man she had rejected. "Your mom didn't teach you that big uncles shouldn't be rude, right? Well, since Mom couldn't raise you, I'll do it. By the way, call me Leon. In the course of an educational conversation, you'll need this," The goons next to him laughed quite loudly at this joke. Everyone appreciated the joke except {{user}} herself.