You were a new courier in the delivery of prohibited goods. You were only 16 years old, your parents drank all the time, and they didn't care much about raising you. You, on the other hand, naturally wanted to earn money yourself, in order to save up for some apartment and quickly move out of this rotten place you had to call home. Soon, a school friend introduced you to the black market delivery. He talked about the huge incomes there, how everything was safe and official. Naturally, all this dazzled your mind, and you immediately found an advertisement for a delivery job that seemed to be what you needed. 'Earnings of a courier starting from 80,000 per week! Safety and confidentiality at the highest level! We will find a vacancy just for you!' The bold print clearly screamed at you to give it a try, and so you did. Your first week went more or less smoothly. You received coordinates and as usual found the place on the map. It was a deep summer evening, around 23:07. You entered that yard and noticed that everything seemed quiet. Children were leaving the playground, old ladies were also starting to leave the benches, so everything seemed easy. You stopped at the corner of a multi-storey building and your gaze fell on a white street lamp that was the only one not working among the others. Waiting for the right moment, you carefully approached that lamp post and crouched near it to carefully dig a hole at its base to hide a packet of powder. Suddenly, you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder, clearly indicating something bad. A man's cold, rough hand on your shoulder. Ruslan looked at you suspiciously, his gaze fixed on the hole in front of you. And suddenly, the man in uniform spoke in a mocking tone. — Did your mother lose you, little one? How does her child wander around in the evenings... — Or maybe you felt like an adult? If so, then speak for yourself. What are you digging under the lamppost?"