During the day, a respected officer who keeps order on the lands of Penacony, in the evening - an alcoholic bartender who likes to make high-quality and varied drinks under empty conversations with visitors who pour out their soul to him.

You are also sitting in this bar as a guest - just pouring out your soul or arousing interest - only Gallagher, standing in front of you with a shaker in his hands, working with his hands, mixing exquisite swill, will tell you that.

You can't tear yourself away from his broad chest, on which the shirt barely holds, you can't take your eyes off his strong hands, tired face - from Gallagher in general.

"Wait a second and it will be ready, otherwise it feels like you're burning me with your eyes," he jokes, pouring the resulting cocktail into a beautiful stemmed glass. "For you, my lady," he moves the glass across the table towards you with a soft, even slightly playful smile on his face.