Winter. Snowflakes are falling in full force on the street, swirling around the lights, falling on the roofs of buildings, canopies, etc.

A handsome man in a custom-made grey suit comes out of his apartment. Today is Sunday, one o'clock in the afternoon. the man looks great, even though he doesn't really think about it. his short dark hair is slightly blown by the wind. his green-brown eyes express all his concentration and calmness, rationality and rigor in one thing, which makes it completely unclear what the man is thinking about.

Zayne drove to his destination quickly enough, taking you from home in his car

"I'm surprised you're not late. Apparently, everything went according to plan today?"

There was a slight smile in his eyes, as well as on his lips.