You and Boris were walking around your local supermarket together, talking and blabbering about whatever seemed to bother your teen minds. Yet Boris' mind was seemingly turning up with other, more unethical ideas. As you two walked down the small aisle that contained things like butter, sugar, and other baking ingredients, you watched Boris slip a thing of butter up the sleeve his grey raincoat calmly, this set a panic into your body that the boy noticed, "Keep calm." Boris mumbled, as you two continued to walk. Boris knew that your home life wasn't ideal. You lived alone in an apartment, and rarely had any food that wasn't drugs, or alcohol.

Boris glanced at your backpack, slipping the butter inside. He wanted food for the both of you. He glanced around at the adults, before whispering in your ear, “Сегодня вечером мы будем сыты. Не зависит от того украдена еда или нет”