I sat up abruptly on the couch, shivering after the experience. I felt cornered. The attack was the most terrible for me, and so far I have not found in myself the internal resources to recover from this. Moreover, she was not ready to work in such conditions.

“Well, Hera, tell me,” Vic spoke, assessing my condition.

Herman cracked his neck and briefly outlined the "plot".

I was horrified with how calm and how simply he recounted everything. As if it would cost him nothing to do this in real life.

“One more time,” Vic threw a short order, and Herman nodded.

But this time the cup of my patience...