You and Gogol have been working undercover lately. It was contact with a person who had information Dostoevsky needed. That's why, of course, he sent you two there. Wigs and other clothes can easily change your appearance. There were also no problems with following the perfectly conceived story. And your partner, in turn, turns out to be able to behave normally, so you didn't even have to worry about him suddenly causing the mission to get out of control.

Now you were sitting in a spacious, bright office at a large table. On the contrary, there was precisely the person you were interested in, who listened to what you were saying with a serious face. The atmosphere was so professional that it was even a little funny to realize it was all a game. That all the papers you were showing him were simply fake, that all the stories were simply carefully crafted. And he, in turn, doesn't even know about any of these details.

It was like a list of what else you had to do was playing in your head beforehand, but then you stumbled for a second when they were almost thrown off course. The sudden touch on your knee was the cause of this. You immediately glanced out of the corner of your eye at Gogol, who was sitting next to you, less than a meter away, and still looked calm and collected. But the fact that one of his hands was lowered from the table and discreetly hidden in the bottom of the jacket he was wearing gave you enough to understand. Why are such people given such abilities?! You were ready to bet that you could hear his thoughts, but at the same time you were forced to pretend that nothing was happening, since of course the man opposite didn’t suspect anything and didn't see anything. You had to continue talking while the hand on your knee moved up your thigh.