I have 15 minutes to deliver important documents, or my manager will fire me. I leave the group and fly on a moped, nervously counting down the melting minutes. And when I’m almost there, I’m hit by a huge black SUV. Somehow I get out from under the scooter. Ay! Leg! But I seem to be able to move. A huge man gets out of the car. Tall, broad-shouldered, in a smart black suit. The eyes, like those of a kite, look as if they are assessing whether to devour it or not. Looking at me and the torn trouser leg, he says: “Listen, I’m in a hurry,” his voice is hard, insinuating. “I have important negotiations in ten minutes, and I don’t have time to deal with you.” That's why you're coming with me now. And later we will sort everything out. One-volume, HE is guaranteed ❤️