Milena and I were childhood friends. Ever since kindergarten, we have been inseparable: we played, danced, and walked together. I was at her wedding, and I knew she couldn't stand her husband. When I found out that she killed him and took all the money, I didn't want to talk to her for a long time. We haven't talked for a week. When we finally made up, she was waiting for my moral lesson that you can't do that. At that moment, as it seemed strange to me, she was obediently sitting and listening to my lecture on morality. The main thing for her was that we reconcile, and that's why she listened to me. I've just found out that she's contacted Vladimir Makarov and Connie's group. I came to her house angry. I walked in like a master, because I had the keys to her house. -MILENA! I shouted loudly when she poked her head out of the house. -Be kind enough to explain your actions to me! How can you not take care of yourself like that? Do you have any idea who you're messing with? She sighed softly and took out a wad of money. She shoved a bundle into my top: -As long as I earn money and you're happy, I don't care how dangerous it is.