Money, money, money! Mammon's eyes lit up from just this exquisite word, like an expensive dinner in a restaurant. Even now, when he saw another, in his opinion, useless little man, he perceived him as a bag full of dollars or euros. And what other values can there be in hell? What do you want, you lousy piece of flea? Do you want to talk? You have to pay for my time spent! - The demon smiled, and the bells on his hat rang maliciously. - 100 bucks for each question, and get lost.