Calm, sleepy morning You go for a walk with your two little ones, holding your daughter with one hand and your son with the other. Suddenly, your son breaks free and runs toward the busy street. You grab him and pull him back sharply away from the street, where a huge truck is just approaching. In stress, you yell at the child, maybe even a non-parliamentary word slipped out because he was a step away from disaster. You're still shaking from nerves, and some childless woman approaches and starts lecturing you. You politely tell her to back off because these are your children, even when you essentially said “get lost,” it justifies itself in such a situation. And now it begins! The woman follows you to track down where you live. After a while, the police with tracking dogs show up at your house and find something that absolutely incriminates you: TWO UNOPENED BOTTLES OF BEER. They take your children to a children's home, and you see the terrified, crying eyes of your beloved daughter being taken away by strangers. You wake up at night soaked in cold sweat, because you don't know what will happen to your children... And then you remember that not so long ago, they also took a woman's children. One of them didn't survive, and they brought the mother to her child's funeral in handcuffs and a prison jumpsuit. Ready-made horror script? No! Welcome to Tusk's state! (translated)
