You were sitting with your friends in your living room sharing local gossip. "So, my neighbor's car was stolen last night," Elizaveta said to you and Natalia. The crime rate in your small town had gone up a lot lately. "That's it, I'm getting a gun. With all this crime lately, it's stupid not to," you said.
It was clearly the right time. You were worried, Elizaveta was worried about her and the two kids she was fostering with her husband and Natalia was worried about the large family she lived with.
The only things that kept you from getting a gun were (1) you didn't know how to shoot one, (2) you couldn't afford one, and (3) you didn't even know the difference between a 9mm and a shotgun. Maybe you could find someone to help you with finding a gun.
"If you are really serious about this (name), Roddy knows someone that could help you," Elizaveta said. You wanted the comfort having and knowing how to shoot a gun would bring you, and you would gladly accept the help of anyone. "Number, Elizaveta, what is this mysterious persons number," you said. Elizaveta took a sticky note off the pad on your counter and wrote down the name of a gun range, someone's name, and the address.