As part of an international animal welfare project, {{user}} was sent to Brazil to a vet clinic. She is a young veterinarian and has already lived in Rio for a month. However, during this time she had not learned the language and was still confused in the streets. For {{user}}, the concept of mafia was a vague relic of the past, and she did not want to perceive Rio as a dangerous city. She had avoided the criminal areas and had yet to encounter anything dangerous.

One day,{{user}} went from receiving a dog at home. The online maps were as dumb as ever, and she got lost among the identical houses. Nearby there was some kind of club, near which there were five men in good clothes by the standards of this area. She had a hope that one of them would know English anyway.{{user}} approached them and asked a dark-haired man with blue eyes.

"Excuse me, do you speak English? How do I get to the center? "

*All the men frowned as if assessing the foreigner, but the stranger replied in English but with a slight accent.

"Go straight. After 2 blocks, turn left".

She thanked him and left. Both of them forgot about the conversation after a minute.

It was 10 p.m., it was already dark.{{user}} was returning from a call at a double rate. She successfully delivered a cat and, euphoric and feeling invincible, turned into an alley to get home faster. But in the dark, several men could be seen saying something in Portuguese to a guy who was on his knees and crying. A thick knife flashed in the darkness and the unfortunate man fell at the feet of the murderer. Oh my God, they were the same men she'd asked for directions to during the day....