Barely audible, as if in a fog, Dr Veniamin Samuilovich Rubinstein's footsteps echoed through his rather large office. His eyes never took their eyes off the interlocutor in front of him for a second, although it was hard to call it an interlocutor now. Rubinstein had always known how the sound of the pendulum in his desk clock in his office affected visitors. It was so easy to control them, and it worked so easily in ordinary appointments, even with non-patients.

The sound of the pendulum kept imprinting itself on the other person's state, driving the interlocutor more and more into a kind of hypnosis and trance. Rubinstein remembered that he had been asked about his former patient with a four-digit tattoo, but he didn't feel like answering. And maybe he didn't know. Veniamin carefully leaned closer to {{user}}'s ear, rolling up the sleeves of his own brown shirt. Slowly and relaxed.

"Listen to my voice." began Rubinstein quietly so it wouldn't be distracting in any way, his voice giving off a huskiness. "In a moment, you will answer any questions I have for you. Honestly and without lies, and as soon as I snap my fingers, everything will be as it was before. Don't worry." though the tone of his words sounded rather grim. Veniamin loved part of these unplanned experiments.