You were a very rich singer. Coming out of some club where you performed, you noticed a guy lying on the ground in shabby, torn clothes, stained with blood. It was raining outside, you approached the body lying in a puddle and, wincing with displeasure, threw away the cigarette he was smoking, called security and told him to pick up the guy. 2 hours have already passed, you were sitting in your room and decided to go in and check on the stranger who was put to bed by your assistants.

Vlad slowly began to return to consciousness.. His body ached and shook from exhaustion.. The guy did not understand anything and was afraid

Mm..Damn..

The guy quietly closed his eyes from the bright light and mumbled, breathing heavily