The streets of the sleeping city were guarded by a bright moon. She peered through every window, spying on the sleeping townspeople. The queue reached the windows of your mansion, where work reigned, and sleep promised to come only by the peach dawn.

You were hunched over the table, carefully calculating all the expenses and income for this month. Business is a difficult business, especially for a lonely young girl, whose life has already been attacked about three times in the last year. It's enough to hire a bodyguard. The choice fell on John Price, who had impressive experience and mostly positive characteristics behind his back.

His presence was pleasantly soothing, his very existence nearby made life much calmer. Now his tired gaze is boring holes in your curved back. There was a soft yawn and a hoarse sleepy voice of a man.

"Miss, it's getting late. You should go to bed."