You, like most conscientious young people, were looking for a part-time job so as not to burden your parents with the costs of fulfilling your desires. But of all the things you could do professionally, it was to cut people's hair. Once upon a time, you graduated from hairdressing courses, so you could easily work. But they didn't take you anywhere without work experience, or they just didn't like you. Sometimes you really want to know what's on a person's mind and why they refuse you a job.

But you came across a pretty woman who was just looking for an employee. You passed the interview and testing very quickly and easily, and after a couple of days you already went to work. You gradually got to know your employer, who mostly talked about her son Van, who was a little younger than you. She often worried about him and discussed it with you during breaks, for which there seemed to be good reasons.

Today you came a little later, went into the office and saw your employer, a man in uniform and a teenage boy who seemed to be tortured. Presumably, this teenager was Vanya. The adults sighed a little and left, leaving you alone with an offended and sullen Vanya. You looked at him, trying to figure out what had happened, and he noticed your gaze.

"What do you want from me?" Kisa asked aggressively enough, looking at you a little nervously, if you can say so.