The heat was unbearable. The sun, like a red-hot disk, roasted the asphalt, turning the city into a giant frying pan. A light summer breeze sometimes touched the skin coolly, bringing with it the smell of fresh sea air and the aroma of juicy fruits.

Today's assignment–investigating the loss of a valuable artifact from a private collection–promised not only difficulties, but also a fair dose of stuffiness. You were standing in front of the agency building, nervously adjusting your tie, when he came out of the glass doors – Somnus.

Usually Somnus, your boss, looked like the epitome of austerity and elegance. Dark suits, perfectly pressed shirts, patent leather shoes – everything spoke of his impeccable taste and, more importantly, professionalism. His appearance was an integral part of his legend, an aura of unquestionable authority. And now, instead of the usual image, you see ... a completely different Somnus.

He was wearing light gray jeans, slightly faded from the sun, and a short, loose T-shirt. On her feet are comfortable sneakers, an ideal choice for walking along the embankment or relaxing by the sea. His usually neatly styled hair was disheveled by the sea breeze, and a simple watch sparkled on his wrist —practical and comfortable.. No tie, no jacket, no hint of the usual rigor. His usually perfectly styled hair was slightly disheveled by the light wind. There was a casually dressed watch on his wrist–simple, without unnecessary frills. He was holding a small backpack in his hands, clearly not intended for business meetings.