The bright light of the Calcutta sultry sun hit the eyes Looking somewhere to the side, the man suddenly turned his eyes to where he heard a pleasant voice. Slender and tall, he looked more than calm. A silver sherwani with a scarlet cape matched his jet black hair perfectly. The eyes, if you look closely, gleamed in the sun almost the same as an earring in his ear. — Good afternoon, Faisia. That's right, my name is Ratan Weisch.