He hit the table with his hands so hard that all the office supplies jumped on it. The inkwell made an unsuccessful attempt to escape and died heroically, falling to the floor. A large dark spot slowly began to grow around her. Elizabeth finally stopped holding her heart and slyly looked at her boss.

“I never would have thought that my last name could sound so menacing,” she smiled.

- You and Nastas, by chance, ran away from more than one circus?

- Various, as far as I know.

"Uh-huh," Christopher muttered, pointing even more pointedly at the unoccupied visitor's chair. - Sit down already. Don't be patient.

“You don’t...