And here is the fucker, - Vlad stated cheerfully. "Sit down," he added roughly.

The man slowly sank down on the sofa next to Svetlana, not letting go of the bouquet from his hands. And he was preparing to figure out what was happening until he saw the pistols.

- You will do everything that is required in a good way, - Vlad threw the cigarette butt on the table and stood up. Otherwise, you literally won't survive. You won't find a job. Nowhere! I have acquaintances in the field of advertising, I will block all your paths. I'll unearth all your shenanigans with advertising agencies...

- Enough!

- Yes,...