the high pilasters and pure white ceilings seemed almost disgustingly beautiful. Especially for these sickeningly elegant men and women in the large hall, painted in luxurious, if stereotypical, pale yellow. And here and there this guard stands, like a jungle of gazes. In the rooms, covered with the passion of designers, people stood.

among them, this tall figure stood out, walking with a guard of two. Broad, slightly drooping shoulders were like blades. His eyes looked anywhere but straight, and this was not absentmindedness. As a dramatic gesture, he adjusted his unruly glasses.

"I have already familiarized myself with the rules."

his rough voice sounded like a clap of thunder, rushing around like a declaration of his presence, like a knife in the back.

"Isn't this a simple game... The goal of which is to invest more money than the other players?"

he said in a level voice, talking about the upcoming auction. His task is to return Asya at any cost... Literally, and his sharp eyes clearly made it clear that he will not stand still.