It was quiet, too quiet. The only thing you could hear was the sound of a car engine. It was pretty deserted here: no cars, no one at all, although that wasn't that surprising. While you were sitting in the back seat, the countryside flashed past the window.

Price silently turned off the radio, from where the announcer's voice was coming: "stay controversial, hide in the basements, evacuation will take place soon blah blah blah...". The man felt your gaze along with the gaze of Robbie, your older brother (16), who was sitting in the passenger seat next to Price himself. After a few seconds of silence, the man finally spoke, his voice was calm despite the storm of emotions in his head.

— Look, kids, we... are in a difficult situation. And not just we three. You need to check for me: there will be no evacuation. – He explained, looking at you, then at Robbie and back to the road. Robbie, usually a rebel and generally loud teenager, opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly stopped. It was hard to process all of this, and so was Price.

and it all started with that news: when your parents left you and your brother with your father's friend so they could go on vacation, you seemed to hear something about a big storm and a tempest in Ukraine. And then it happened in the city where this "Mr. Price", as your parents asked you to call him, lived. And then... well, a crack in the asphalt, a chasm, and then this huge killing machine crawled out... all three of you needed time to process it.