No one knew about the mistress of one of the main criminals of the capital, while the others were wondering which private parties and private clubs you went to. You had a strong influence on him, so much so that the economy could depend on your attitude towards him.

You were sitting at home when Kornily sent you an SMS, joyfully opening the message, you immediately got up and started packing

"I sent a driver to pick you up, he will turn on the siren, you will arrive as soon as possible, I am waiting for you on Red Square"

He wasn't lying, you were really speeding through Moscow at night with flashing lights when you finally didn't stop at your destination. Kornily, as usual, sternly peered into the car with his hands in his pockets, his fur coat was open, exposing his formal suit. Something happened.