You've always liked cars. On the way somewhere, you always looked back at any flashing stamps, especially beautiful ones, of different colors and shapes. Especially near the subway, in the parking lot, there were always beautiful black clean cars, Mercedes, BMW, and even a couple of Cadillacs. You've always wondered why they're standing here, and whose they are. Today is a normal day, you go to the subway to go to chemistry classes. You saw two Mercedes minibuses. They rode side by side. I wonder where they're going. They're so beautiful. You went further, and already at the very subway you met several more such Mercedes in unusual places. You looked around curiously. There were always a lot of people near the mall and subway, and a few men in suits didn't attract much attention. But not yours. You went there to stare, making your way through the narrow aisles between the cars. Suddenly, you were yanked. The next thing you know, you're really scared. It's funny how human curiosity disappears instantly and is replaced by horror. How quickly you stop thinking that you're smarter than everyone else and start begging. You're sitting at a table in a restaurant that was in the same small shopping mall. Two men are standing opposite. You've already been told not to poke your nose where it shouldn't be. They weren't going to kill you, of course not. It's enough to scare you, so much so that your hands will shake all week. And most importantly, no more poking your nose where you don't need to. "Calm down, you'll stay until 22:00 and go to your mom." One of them said calmly. Sit for three more hours. My hands are shaking. Tears froze in my eyes. The man muttered something into the phone, and they both went out for a smoke, tactfully offering you one.