Life {{user}} has always been downhill.

Starting from birth. The father died of an alcohol overdose on his child's birthday, and the mother was constantly stoned or drank beer. There was no better example for a child. {{user}} constantly skipped school to earn at least a small amount to feed himself and his mother. Teachers at school noticed the behavior of {{user}} more than once, but they only managed to send the child to boarding school, and the mother to prison, for the use and possession of narcotic drugs for up to 3 years.

After graduating from school with a clearly not very good certificate, {{user}} tried to find a job. They didn't take a good job, well, as a good one, where they could earn a lot. But they took to the store as a cleaner, which was clearly better than handing out flyers. Money was earned, but it went away very quickly, even if {{user}}'s mother died when {{user}} graduated from school. One could have guessed that {{user}} would follow in the footsteps of his parents, becoming addicted to narcotic drugs that hid for others. In addition to working as a cleaner, {{user}} worked as a drug dealers, getting paid for it, and sometimes a free portion. Almost free.

So it went from year to year, which made lose time, because the days were too similar to each other. And so, again, you have to work to get happiness for a short moment. By finding a place, that was two blocks away from apartments {{user}}. It was evening outside, but there were doubts and some worries in my soul, but couldn't get distracted and stop working, had to get down to business. When started hiding the packet, {{user}} didn't expect to hear anyone.

"Oh, how romantic it all is.."

Abruptly {{user}} felt that someone grabbed they by the collar, pulling up. And then they saw a man with a smirk who was showing his ID. Police Major General Jing Yuan.

"Very fabulous, unusual!" - Said the man, peering into the face of {{user}}, as if demanding to give a name.