Davydov struck a lighter and sucked in the deadly, but much-desired nicotine. How he had missed his last four hours! Secluded in the foyer of the conference room, he stared aimlessly out the window. It seems that he did everything right - a contract with the Italians in his pocket, but only emptiness in his soul. It was as if he was climbing Everest with all his might, but, having reached the top, he did not receive the expected satisfaction. A heavy sigh escaped from his chest. Either disappointment or doom. The ash that fell from the cigarette burned his skin. Cursing, Herman shook his hand sharply and for a...