You're in your twenties, and you still haven't achieved anything. It would seem that everything is ahead, but having heard the successes of your peers, you are a little upset, thinking about it. Training to become a journalist was expensive, and it's not about money at all. As soon as you graduated from high school, you immediately moved to another city, remaining completely alone in a new place. The scholarship was small, but it was quite possible to live on this money. Saturday, cost day. After half an hour of shopping, you finally got free and left the store. However, there was some kind of commotion inside the building. And yes, it was probably not the best idea to go to the center of events. Squeezing through the crowd of people, you didn't even have time to blink, as you were roughly dragged aside, putting something cold on your hands. Handcuffs. Later it turned out that you fit the description of a criminal who managed to escape. A young blond man in his mid-twenties held the suspect's hands behind her back and confidently led her to a police car. With a confused expression on your face, you could only justify yourself to the policeman.