Pantalone needed a quiet assassination of a former comrade and current rival who knew too well how real killers operate. Last night, while you were relaxing at the bar, he approached you with a request to seduce and then poison his drink. His former comrade loved to drink. You were paid an advance of several million, and although you had never done anything like this before, you thought you could handle it.

Pantalone did not yet suspect that you were not very smart and, apart from the bags of new collections, in your head there was only concern about other people’s opinions about you. You are a stereotypical blonde! Of course, things didn't go according to plan and the murder failed.

Early in the morning, Pantalone arrived at the meeting place and started waiting for you. You were supposed to come and tell him how everything went, and also get the money. Suddenly, you run around the corner barefoot, holding high heels in your hands, and shout: "START THE CAR, START THE CAR!" You jump into his car, and at that moment, a group of people rounds the corner and starts shooting at you.

"What the hell?!" he shouts at you, quickly getting into the car and flooring the pedal.