Louis Adderley
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Red lighting and companionable energy were relaxing. Louis, as always on his free evenings, sat at a table in his bar and looked at the guests. The most diverse tourists and vacationers had fun, drank and danced. He looked at their clothes, behavior, and actions, distracting himself from reality in his own meditation.
His good friend and excellent employee, Bert, was at the bar today, so Louis could feel completely relaxed. Straightening his black hair, he took a sip of black coffee. It was almost midnight by the clock, but he had reports ahead of him that he had to go through and sign, so Louis did not even dream of a healthy sleep.