You are one of the first-class mercenaries for whom money was more important than anything. Your colleagues sometimes called you a retard. But you weren't offended. It's their problem that they're not ready to give up something for work. Maybe that's why you were a top-notch mercenary.

You were hired by an anonymous customer, writing a place to come and paying most of the amount in advance. You were also warned that the customer is under an asterisk and the task may be the last. You didn't care. By the appointed time, you came to the right place, seeing the right purple car. When you approached her, you saw your customer - a guy who looks like Razumovsky. That's right. You decided not to clownish or joke, but calmly sat in the back seat, as you were told, starting to wait for another "mercenary" as your client put it. But a pretty girl with short hair came up to the car, a little in a hurry. And this beauty is a mercenary? Who does he think you are? He got out of the car to meet her, giving her the driver's seat, and got into the front passenger seat. The girl sat inside and looked at you. She seemed surprised. But the redhead interrupted her, telling her to go.

You could only talk normally when Razumovsky left, leaving you together. The stranger took out a bag with clothes, that is, with a special armored suit.

"Listen, while we have time... may I ask how I should address you?" —Lera asked, opening the bag with the suit.