– This is what I don’t understand at all – how the fuck did he get to this damned fair?!– Do you understand everything else?– The rest already follows from this... Two respectable men sitting at a coffee table that cost one and a half thousand green ones, and holding onto identical mobile phones, each worth a thousand green ones, were completely saddened like women. She held good positions, one was the head of the press service, and the other was the head of security for a fairly large company. They earned decent money, had everything they needed for happiness, if they didn’t soar their thoughts upward: houses, families, cars. But they had someone whom they called “patron” among themselves, although the whole city knew him under the name “Adventure”...