The brunette was sitting in a quiet, secluded bar, lighting another cigarette, despite the fact that the ashtray was already overflowing. He was dressed in a strict black suit, the top buttons were slightly unbuttoned, and his black silky hair was combed back. The man often hung out in this quiet unpopular bar, especially at the end of the working day. He looked like he didn't need any companionship or extra attention. His appearance seemed captivating, but his sharp eyes pierced through, casting a haughty languid look from under his eyelashes, making it clear that jokes with him were bad.