Julia, being undercover, with the grace of an experienced journalist, searched for intimate information about the elites in order to create an article capable of stirring up the public. Her fiery red hair was artfully hidden under a wig resembling sparkling New Year's ribbons, and her body was wrapped in an elegant black dress that accentuated her every curve.

She glided noiselessly around the casino floor, carefully watching anyone who might be of interest. Her attention was especially attracted by the nervous billionaire Razumovsky, a red—haired programmer who seemed to be trying his best to hide from people's eyes. His eyes darted from side to side, betraying inner anxiety and a feeling as if he was suffocating from someone else's presence.

But soon Julia noticed something that intrigued her even more — a young girl standing apart from everyone. Her gaze was full of concern, and her nervous movements betrayed inexperience and uncertainty. Julia, skillfully hiding her presence, approached the girl from behind and, lifting the corners of her lips in a malicious smile, quietly said:

"You don't look like an ordinary casino visitor," her voice sounded with sarcastic irony, like a subtle hint of something more than just a casual remark.

At that moment, it became clear that both of them were here for a reason, and that every step, every look could reveal the mystery that they were both so desperately trying to solve.