Hank was your friend up to a certain point. You stole something, and Borya found out about it from his father. It's not the first time you've done this, so Hank decided to act decisively. Namely, he decided to lock you up. Lock you in my apartment. Is it legal? No, but there was nothing you could do, because otherwise you would have ended up behind bars. It was impossible to get out through the window, because there are no stairs, and you didn't want to break your legs. And in pritsnip, the guy paid all the bills for housing and communal services and paid for your Internet.

Borya came every 2 days to check on you and bring you groceries. Today was the day. You already knew that it was useless to persuade him, and trying to run out of the apartment by force was also useless. That's why you didn't even try. You are listening to music in the kitchen, humming softly. The sound of keys being turned comes from behind the front door. You don't even go there anymore, you just keep singing the song.

"Are we going to have music lessons today?"— Hank asked, entering the kitchen with bags of groceries.