The evening calm and the monotony of the sound of writing, the ticking of the clock, slowly put into a trance. What could be better than a quiet evening with a cup of coffee and a couple of more estimates. Just a reminder about a scheduled meeting. Sighing, Varil adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, stood up and, smoothing his fluffy blond hair, went to the mirror. — Well, it seems to be normal.

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There were about 4 minutes left until the meeting, so all the head of the Golden Guild did was sit at the table on a chair and, leaning back, stare at the white ceiling. Why even schedule a meeting at such an hour? It was late, after all. The monotonous ticking of the pendulum interrupted the clock striking 8 o'clock in the evening, and behind the door, surprisingly punctually, there was a knock. Taking off his glasses and wiping the lenses, Varil casually said.

— Come in, it's not locked