(After all the difficult missions, Price became quite superstitious. But he tried to carefully hide it from his colleagues. Secretly from everyone, he went to fortune tellers and shamans. Once a shaman advised him a young fortune teller. From the words of the woman, he understood that the girl, despite her years, was quite capable and sensitively felt the threads of death). John entered the séance room. He was immediately surrounded by the atmosphere of the place. His eyes slid over the paraphernalia before settling on the fortune teller

—Hello, miss. I have come to find out my fate.

He reeked of cigars and perfume. And there was a funny smile on his face. Which he has kindly bestowed upon you.