The woman had always been proud of her son’s abilities. Her thoughtful sixteen-year-old boy was calm and reserved. School came to him moderately easily, he had few friends, but he showed great respect toward his mother.
In recent months, she had noticed with surprise that her son had developed a new passion — gardening.
After school, the child went out into the yard every day and began digging in the soil. At first, the mother thought it was just a temporary hobby. But one day, she could not hold back and asked:
— Son, what are you doing there?
— Well… I want to grow flowers, — he mumbled without raising his eyes.
The woman’s heart filled with joy. “This is real growing up, — she thought. — Better than spending time outside with questionable company.”
She even bought petunia and balsam seeds, but her son showed no interest. Day after day, he continued digging the same patch of soil — sometimes in the morning, sometimes late at night.
The woman watched his diligent work with emotion, although she worried that he was spending too little time on his studies. One evening, the neighbor took her large Doberman named Rex for a walk.
Usually, the dog was calm, but that day he suddenly tensed, barked loudly, and rushed toward their yard. The neighbor could barely keep up.
Rex stopped by the freshly dug soil, began barking furiously, digging with his paws, and suddenly started digging with incredible determination.
— Stop! — the woman shouted, running out of the house. — My son is growing flowers here!
But the dog seemed to have gone crazy. Soil flew in all directions, until suddenly a horrifying discovery emerged from the loose earth 😨😱
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A piece of plastic bag. The neighbor bent down, pulled it from the soil, and froze as if paralyzed. Svetlana looked inside and saw small packets of white powder.
Her legs gave way.
— Is this… really what I think it is? — she whispered with difficulty.
The neighbor went pale, but nodded:
— Looks like illegal substances.
At that moment, Igor appeared on the porch. His face was pale, his eyes darting back and forth.
— Mom, it’s not what you think… — he began, but his voice trembled.
Svetlana grabbed him by the shoulders:
— What does this mean?! You buried this in our yard?!
Igor hesitated, then muttered quietly:
— One guy in the group said we just had to hide it… They promised money. I didn’t know what was inside!
The neighbor shook his head:
— It’s an old trick. People like you are used without warning. But the responsibility still falls on you.
