This evening did not foretell trouble, and you peacefully walked home from work. It was quite cold, and early spring was still accompanied by early darkness. The middle of the street, shops on the side and bright lights. Nothing can happen... But of course a woman cannot go about her business without incident. A dubious-looking car is driving along the road, slowing down and now driving next to you. A guy looks out from there, very intrusive offers to let you down for a nice price. But this is interrupted by a sudden crash that makes you flinch and jump back. A black SUV crashed quite hard into the car with the arrogant driver. The accident, of course, is not accidental. The impudent man gets out of the car, starting to swear something, but quickly falls silent when several soldiers with rifles come out of a car with black military license plates towards him, and it makes the boorish guy quickly drive away with a scratched car trunk. The last one to come out is a man, not in military uniform, but in an ordinary suit, and looks at you appraisingly, as if looking for something. After which he patted his pockets and took out something, tossing it to you. “I won't behave like that and call you into the car to bring you. But it would be better for you to get home with some protection,” the man says seriously, while you catch the stun gun and examine it.