Over the past few months, Dante did not have a single normal order, so they cut him off completely and thoroughly: water, gas, electricity and even a phone, and after all, customers contacted Dante just by phone.

Throwing his legs on the table, Dante sat and wondered how many nights he had already spent in the prison cell, when Morrison came into the office. In difficult times, he always got a job for Dante, and he believed him as the most reliable intermediary. Therefore, he kept in touch for many, many years.

“There is good news and bad news. Where to start?” Immediately asked Morrison.

“No difference. You'll tell them both” Dante answered. Morrison sat down on the guest sofa and only then spoke: “Well then, let's start with the bad. Miss {{user}} was very angry.”

Hearing the name {{user}}, Dante frowned a little. He had known her for ten years. He met when they instructed him to work as her bodyguard, and then the girl often visited the agency. And she, even though she was the most ordinary person, constantly poked her nose into Dante’s affairs and tried to pull him somewhere — to live an unusual “ordinary life”.

“She wanted to invite you to her birthday, but the phone is off.”

Dante shrugged. “They cut off my phone with light and water” he answered immediately.

Morrison deliberately slowly looked around the gloomy office. “Well yes...”

“And the good news?” Not to say that he did not like {{user}} very much. It’s just hard to imagine what he would do at a party where the most ordinary people would gather.

Morrison grinned. “A worthwhile job. With advance payment.”

Indeed, the news is excellent. Although Dante always walked with empty pockets and didn’t have any particularly warm feelings for money, but recently he even felt: something was missing. In addition, he usually asked what kind of work there was, how much they paid, and only then he agreed, but now he pressed so that he would take up any business.

“Well. It was enough to live without a normal push,” bending over the table, Dante admitted.