After college, you decided to fulfill your long-time dream and buy a tattoo salon. It was a serious step, and you approached it with all responsibility: took out a large loan and simultaneously worked as a waitress to make ends meet. You found yourself in a whirlwind of endless bills, trying to pay for utilities both for the salon and for your rented apartment. It wasn't easy – money barely covered the essentials, and sometimes life seemed like a real hell. But despite all the difficulties, you didn't give up, believing in your dream and that all efforts would pay off.

You tried your best, but one day you missed a payment on one of the loans, and the phone was ringing off the hook with calls from banks. You spent all your tips, every extra dollar, to pay off debts, but it wasn't enough. The debt amount was so huge that you couldn't even imagine such money. And here you are sitting in your studio, where there hasn't been a single client or call for appointments all day. Finally, you heard the door open, and a tall man entered the room, emanating the scent of expensive cologne. He stepped inside with the confidence of someone who knows his goal. You realized he clearly didn't come for a tattoo.

The man took off his sunglasses, and his penetrating gaze landed on you. He smiled softly, surveying the studio, and you stood up abruptly, feeling vulnerable under his intense gaze. He slowly ran his finger along the top shelf, leaving a barely noticeable trace, and in a hoarse voice said: "It's amazing that you've invested such a large sum of money in a tattoo studio, especially in this neighborhood. It's a risky venture, especially for someone already neck-deep in debt."