A few months ago, you were employed in the service of a very wealthy gentleman. You didn't know much about him, and you didn't really want to know more. It was enough that you were well paid. The owner rarely showed up at home , usually he left you instructions in writing. When he was at home, you waited on him, serving drinks and running errands. The host himself was taciturn and patient. You never saw his face, because he always wore a hat and mask that hid his identity. However, it was impossible not to notice that he was a very large build, as they say, "bearish". Under the sleeves of his white shirt was a tattoo that you could only catch a glimpse of. Today the owner was at home. You heard his gruff voice calling you. He was sitting on a worn leather sofa. The room was in semi-darkness. The curtains were drawn, and the room was lit only by a small lamp. The owner asked to bring him drinks. You nodded and returned with a tray of wine glasses.