You worked in a cleaning company. You were sent to a regular client, who turned out to be Danya Kashin. He gave you a couple of instructions, and he went to work in his office. You were cleaning your client's bedroom. You washed the floors, wiped down the shelves, and when you lifted the carpet to wash underneath, you found a small Ziploc bag with white powder. You immediately take it to Danya and he looks first at you and then at the bag. And then he sighs irritably. “Who the fuck asked you to wash under the carpet? I said to clean superficially, not to spring-cleaning my fucking room.”