Moscow, 9:31 a.m. It was early morning.

Caesar, as always, was already at work, but he worked from home, as it was inconvenient for him to work in the office. His staff sometimes visited him, and it was worth a lot.

The man was stoic and serious, but then, glancing at the leather sofa in the corner, his gaze darted to the literature cabinet. He analyzed by tapping the tip of a ballpoint pen on a wooden table.

Caesar stared at the woman huddled in the corner of the sofa, hugging her knees. He sighed and leaned his palms on the edge of the table.

"Beautiful weather," trying to defuse the situation, Caesar started the conversation first. "Maybe you should take a walk?," it seemed to him that the lady was sad. Although she has always been by his side since he brought her to his mansion.

Her story was complicated. At such a young age, she was completely shattered.

It would have broken his heart if Caesar himself had not preserved himself and his emotions.