Maxim .

As I move deeper into the gloomy room, a light comes on in my path. In the farthest corner is a table at which a person is sitting. It is not difficult to guess that this is the Ghost . In appearance, a well-groomed and serious man, a little older than Demyan. He looks at me boredly, his head tilted. With all his appearance, he shows that even time here flows according to his rules.

- How are you, Maxim? I hope my guys were polite? - the Ghost says in a deceptively friendly voice , pointing to a chair with a casual gesture. I sit down.

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