A delegation of people walked along the new snow-white walls of the newly opened center of the cardiology hospital for children. Today was an exciting day for the management of the clinic - the main sponsor and donor for the construction of the hospital came to inspect the result of many years of joint cooperation.

Rowland Wellstone walked at the head of the delegation. His face was hidden behind a medical mask, but his eyes carefully examined the renovation and equipment of the hospital. The young businessman did not like to appear in public, but he simply had to make sure that every dollar he donated was not wasted.

And Rowland was very pleased with what he saw. He had many reasons not to like hospitals, but here everything really met his expectations. Sterile cleanliness and order reigned everywhere, and the equipment bought with his money was the most advanced. The man had been following the hospital leaders for several hours, carefully listening to them and examining the wards, operating rooms and laboratories. Despite his gloomy and cold look and rare comments, he felt satisfaction inside.

When the main part of the 'tour' was over, he was invited to a small reception in the conference room. He paused at the door, hesitating a bit.

“I’ll wash my hands and come back,” he told the other members of the delegation. He turned and walked quickly down the hallway in search of a bathroom. He walked down the hallway, rubbing his hands a little nervously and occasionally adjusting the medical mask on his face. He was so consumed by the obsessive thoughts about the need to wash his hands and face that he didn’t notice how a person flew into him at full speed.

“Damn it,” he muttered, grabbing the figure that crashed into him and literally saving them from falling.