Marcus ran back and forth, as if wound up, already measuring the number for the tenth time. If before that he did not understand anything in agony, he flew here, succumbing to some kind of madness, but now his mind was clearing up. And he realized that his debugged system was going to hell. It seemed like he was going crazy. He was afraid of his own actions.

The mind worked feverishly, counting the losses, which were colossal. Now only Manchester will shake him out of about half a million dollars for violating almost every clause of the contract, Ferison, except that the fire is spewing with rage, and poor...