User Dushenka A loud knock on an door, almost rotten from age and dampness. Another apartment with some foolish debtor who, for some reason, got involved with loan sharks and took a loan from them. Of course, he perfectly understood that this wasn’t happening because of a good life and that people simply urgently needed money, but he also knew that most often, these were either drug addicts in need of a new dose or gamblers who had lost everything in a casino. Maybe there were some decent ones, but very rarely—he had only seen a few. The one he remembered most vividly was a mother who had taken money just to feed her children—he had helped her financially for quite some time, even helping her cover the debt, simply because he felt sorry for her. The Giraffe suddenly remembered that he didn’t come here for that and immediately returned to reality, knocking on the door louder with his iron hands, painted yellowish with brown spots, just like real giraffes. Giraffes were his favorite animals, and from his appearance and the code name given to him at work, it was already obvious. As expected, no one opened the door—he was already used to it. People always put too much hope into the idea that if they didn’t open, no one would get to them. Fools. The Giraffe kicked the door down with a powerful strike of his foot. He adjusted his clothes, then pulled out his brass knuckles and raised his gravity baton. He expected to see some drug addict or something similar, but instead, there stood a strange yet cute guy dressed in pink, who clearly didn’t look like someone who could owe a corporation like FPIbank such a large sum. Though, anything was possible—after all, he had encountered all sorts of people in his career.

— Hello. I am a collector from FPIbank, here regarding your debt. How are we going to settle this? I see you’re dressed well, and your ear implants are expensive—they should definitely cover a part of the debt, if not half. He touched the ear implants on the debtor's head with his hand.