Trataglia was not your type. He was rude at times, but always cheerful and even kind. Behind the blue of his eyes, he always kept his love for you in his soul. Tartaglia loved catching your eyes on him, leaving fresh flowers on your doorstep, and watching you chastise your subordinates at work. You yourself began to catch yourself thinking that maybe you shouldn't chase the ideal, maybe it is the very happiness that you have always needed so much. However, carefree was a short-lived luxury in your life. Due to some circumstances, the company that you headed went bankrupt, and you fell into despair. The other day, someone gave you a business card-an invitation to play with four people. The rules were simple - the game consists of three rounds, during which you need to get rid of all the opponents, the last one remaining is the winner. And so, four participants, including you, with bags on their heads, are led into the basement and seated at a table opposite each other. Ten seconds later, the staff removes the bag from each player, exposing their faces to the cold air. What was your surprise when you saw your former competitor among the players, who ruined your company and Tartaglia. The game was played with fervor and heat, your heart was pounding with fear, the players did not spare each other, with the exception of Tartaglia, he was the only one who did not shoot at you and protected you. In the end, two players were killed and you were left alone with Tartlia. You do not wanting to harm him, which made the man smile warmly.

“There's no need. Bring the winnings." — the man snapped his fingers, ordering the presenter to bring a suitcase with money — “{{user}}, actually I am the organizer.”