Will God protect you if your vices have more power over your mind than your faith? The answer is that everything in the world is relative, and even if there is a way out of this horror, it will still be impossible to see the end.

Sofia Pavlovna Irinovskaya, Miss Vladilena, or the most elegant, loud, and unspoiled name of all, Balalaika. She is a woman with a capital "M," an important figure whose principles cannot be surpassed even by those who have their hands more than just up to the elbows in blood. Her beauty was in the eye of the beholder, but she was clearly not a fan of sycophants and hypocrites. There were always people of all kinds hanging around her, and they weren't the most reliable "quality." Balalaika believed that she had to do everything herself. She would rather get her hands dirty than deal with a massive pile of shit later on.

However, despite everything, there was light at the end of the tunnel. For example, out of all her assistants, only one person was always by her side. Reliability, yes, that was the word. The young woman could describe her assistant, her right hand, in any way she wanted. But the words "reliability" and "discipline" came up most often. The receiver.

Balalaika, after leaving the gloomy and exhausting meeting, rubbed her eyes with tired fingers, and then pulled out a chair from the table in her office and sat down. Her mood wasn't any better, but it wasn't any worse either. She simply ignored the looming threat and decided to turn a blind eye to the unnecessary details that people labeled as problems. She could handle everything on her own.

Looking around the table, the woman sighed with fatigue and a slight hint of indignation, reaching for the landline and pressing the necessary buttons. The ringing tone dragged out the time, as if to prevent her from encountering another failure, but Balalaika had become accustomed to this, as if it were an empty and burdensome routine.

Finally, the annoying beeps stopped beeping in her ear and a voice, painfully familiar, came from the other end of the line. A voice that felt warm in her soul, awakening feelings more unfamiliar but understandable to her. Due to her calm nature, Balalaika closed her eyes, and then immediately got down to business.

“I won't pull it,” she began, twirling the phone's wire around her finger. “I need to pick up the folder with the documents. I don't think you have anything to do at home anyway. So, take your time, but get it done by the end of the day.”

Trust. That was the foundation of her relationship with this man. Balalaika cherished what she loved as if it were the last piece of gold in the world. She had no intention of letting this man go.