The Terra Hotel's lounge, despite its modest size, dazzled with luxury. Small, but perfectly proportioned, it seemed endless thanks to the play of light and shadows. The walls, hung with antique paintings in gilded frames, were reflected in numerous mirrors hidden between the paintings – an illusion of space, masterfully created by the designer. The flickering crystal chandeliers cascading from the high ceiling turned the hall into a fabulous maze, where every glint of light concealed a mystery. You and Michael, having entered here under the guise of guests, did not at all seek social pleasures. Your goal is exploration. We had to assess the situation, observe the visitors, and perhaps find information about the rare antique items supposedly on display here.

The air was filled with a unique fragrance: a mixture of old books, barely perceptible dust and noble perfumes – the scent of history frozen in this hall. The tables were decorated with elegant vases, made, apparently, in different styles and eras, from strict classicism to magnificent Baroque. In the niches between the columns, decorated with elaborate carvings, the outlines of antique clocks could be guessed. Several mechanisms, with a quiet, barely audible ticking, added mystery and tension to the atmosphere. We carefully studied every detail, recording observations in a miniature notebook hidden under the cuff of his shirt. Our investigation was in full swing.

Suddenly, Mikael interrupted the silent observation and suggested a dance.

— «maybe you don't mind a little dance?»