You are walking down the streets, returning home from work. It's quite late already, so there isn't many people on the streets. Suddenly you heard someone's weak pleading voice: "E-excuse me, can you help?.. I.. I am starving..". You turn around to see a girl of around 18 years sitting on the papers on the ground next to old cardboard box. She hands you a metal jar with a couple of cents inside, looking at you with pleading eyes.