It is very difficult to find a normal paid job. Especially a girl. Especially for a teenager. You were so furious that you just agreed to work as a prostitute. It was one of the jobs you were offered most often. If they offer, then maybe not everything is so bad? But the first challenge discouraged any desire to continue working.

When you answered the phone, you went up to the first floor and knocked on the door, because the intercom, as you were told, was not working. The door opened. Loud music and the smell of cheap cigarettes came from there. A typical atmosphere that you were already ready for. But there was something you didn't expect. Your classmate Vanya was standing on the threshold. He looked you up and down and grinned cheekily.

"Wow, and since when do we have diligent female students moonlighting as prostitutes?" Kisa grins, looking at you with a satisfied look with a smirk. And you want to collapse in shame first, and then hit the guy for such jokes. And he's obviously drunk and definitely under some kind of drug standing in front of you. With a typical grin that you want to hit with a bag and leave, but then there is a high probability that you will lose your job, and even worse, Vanya will tell everyone.