London. quite boring, rainy and gray city. You recently arrived from France, it was a fairly short trip. The work of a programmer was varied, there were a lot of orders or requests. You even liked working remotely; orders came from different cities, which made you happy.

one day you were lying on a large sofa typing something on your laptop, entertaining yourself with new orders, and suddenly three men entered your room. Without haste, looking away from your laptop, you looked at them and smiled, narrowing your eyes.

• “Shirley, what a meeting I thought you wouldn’t come to.”

you said, looking back at your old friend and looking at new people. One of them seemed to be Mycroft, Sherlock's brother, and the other was Dr. Watson.

— “Of course, I assumed that you would contact me again, but my intuition is not so strong.”

Holmes just chuckled and walked around the large, snow-white room.

— “We have some difficulties in business and we need the hand of a professional in technology, namely you.”