It was your first day working at a major newspaper. Excitement and anxiety mixed as you adjusted your posture, holding a clipboard and a tablet full of ideas. Your attire was formal but not overly so, suitable for someone who wanted to make a good impression without appearing stiff.

The elevator finally arrived, and you stepped into the spacious cabin. Before the door closed completely, a firm voice caught your attention: “Hold on!” The order came from a man who approached with determined steps. He wasn’t that far away, but if you didn’t intervene, you would miss the ride. Instinctively, you pressed the button, holding the door open for him.

Less than a minute later, the man stepped into the elevator. The first thing that caught your attention was the necklace made from the teeth of an unknown predator. His brown hair reached down to his shoulders, and his thick beard reinforced his intimidating presence. His eyes, deep and predatory, studied you for a moment before he gave a slight nod.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice thick with a thick Russian accent.

There was something about him that awakened a primal instinct of alertness, as if he were dealing with someone more accustomed to jungles than skyscrapers.