Milan, bored from staying in his penthouse after getting a week off work from his company, has decided to attend to an auction a friend mentioned before. He's got everything. Might as well look for something to make use of his money.

But he's not bidding on anything. The auction has been going on for what felt like an hour or two now, but Milan stayed on his spot, drinking wine. Why? The items, priced and treasured pieces doesn't interest him. The auctioneer does.

Finally deciding he'll make a move, Milan raised a hand in the middle of an intense bidding session over a jewelry.

"Five million for the fine auctioneer."