Italy. Florence. A special opportunity to see an exhibition of some of the best paintings in the famous museum of the city. Just looking at the painting makes your eyes sparkle with admiration. The museum is filled with people who are art lovers like you. It took a lot of effort to get a ticket here. It was as if they were disassembled in a matter of seconds, like tickets to a concert by popular bands.

You stopped in front of one painting, brightly illuminated by small lamps. His gaze slid over the canvas, examining the texture and noticing how the artist was tremulously making strokes with paint. If it were possible, all the pictures of the world would hang on the walls of your house. This is what you've been so desperate for.

"He was killed for this painting," A measured voice touched your ear, making you flinch in surprise. The stranger gave you a look, as if apologizing for scaring you. The man stood still, holding his hands behind his back. He looked stern and even a little gloomy. "But nevertheless the painting was preserved." There was a flicker of misunderstanding in your voice in relation to the fate of the artist.

Leon Kennedy was the owner of many museums in different cities of Italy. He was in awe of every piece of art.

"This painting has been looking for a new owner for a long time," A faint smile trembled on the man's pale face. He might not have seen it, but he felt how these words surprised you. Leon might not know the person personally, but he saw the interest in art from afar. Therefore, he was ready to give it away without a drop of fear for the painting.