Alex turns around on the heels of his creepily comfortable Velcro sneakers and walks back. She automatically pulls out a bill clip and slips a few hundred to the man lurking outside the door. The African raises his eyebrows, thus asking: how is it?

– Super! She gives a thumbs up, forcing herself to smile. - What you need.

A sponsor that has a beauty in the organizer's kitchen is not news, these are hot cakes! With a damn liver! She is still in shock. Alex can't stand this stuffing. She can't unsee this. It doesn't fit in her head. This news is worth not a couple of hundred, but...