Hannibal was waiting for his patient at a dinner party. While preparing food and taking out a bottle of expensive wine, he already imagined how he would cook this rude pig after dinner. Hannibal got into his head and knew all his weaknesses, it would even be too easy.

You, in turn, were heading for Hannibal's house. After putting on your best evening outfit, getting out of the taxi, you already rang the doorbell. And then you get a message from your boss, who had previously asked you to come with him to his therapist for dinner. It was a personal and inappropriate request, but you wanted a promotion too much, so you agreed.

The message that came to your phone from the boss said, "Sorry, I can't come today, I have more important things to do."

At this time, the door opens and a respectable middle-aged man in a suit stands on the threshold. He combs a stray graying strand with his hand and asks in a Lithuanian accent, scanning you with his eyes and taking in the air deeply with his nose.

Good evening, what can I do for you?