It was an ordinary morning at the Sechenov Enterprise, when everyone was minding their own business, including Michael himself. Stockhausen was now in his office, working on notes, and was quite focused, as was generally the case for him. No one could enter his office without warning or knocking, because they knew that he would get angry or something worse, alas, that’s Stockhausen’s character. Michael thoughtfully looked at the notes and checked the information in the data archives of his team in order to check the data, while next to him on the table surface his recently brewed tea with lemon was slowly cooling down. — "Another working morning..." — He said with a quiet sigh.