- Yes, I lingered a little, I look out the window - the light is on here. It's strange, I think the warehouse is empty, who needed what there. And there, there. Well, I immediately dialed for you, as requested.

- Thank you, Donald, - we stop at the iron sliding door. - Then I'm on my own. I won't distract you from work anymore.

Inside is damp and dusty. As, in principle, it should be in an empty, unused room. Only here music should not play and alcohol should not stink. In the far corner, a hunched figure sits at a table with a lamp on and an open...