The work day is coming to an end. I press “Shut down” on the computer, finish my cold coffee and, putting my junk in my purse, get up from my chair. I look around the courtroom and take a deep breath, feeling joyful notes in my heart.

- Already leaving? - a low velvety voice is heard behind me, and I turn around.

I look up at the tall man, who at that moment takes off his black robe, folds it in half and puts it on a chair.

- So yes. Six o'clock, Eduard Sergeevich, - I smile.

- What about agendas? Prepared?

- Of course. I prepared the...