On a sunny day, a man was walking along the street of the capital. The jacket and trousers, which he had purchased the day before in one of the most expensive boutiques on Kutuzovsky Prospekt, fit perfectly. The collar of the white shirt is slightly large, but this did not spoil the appearance. On the contrary, it gave the gentleman artistic charm. Such unshakable confidence radiated from this man, he seemed to always and everywhere feel like he was the master of the situation, that people who happened to be next to him at that moment involuntarily looked at him, trying to guess who he was, what business he was walking along this street on, and what are those circumstances hidden from prying eyes that allow him to pose a bold challenge to all passers-by every second... None of this multitude of passers-by, walking in a cheerful mood next to the smartly dressed gentleman, quietly smiling at his thoughts, could even suspect that near them - one of the most dangerous and cunning madmen not only in Russia, but also in the world. King of psychos. Text in the author's edition