About the book: 2021 / - You will come here at ten in the evening. Wear something... appropriate. If there is nothing, they will bring it to you. An ocean of cynicism and superiority splashed in gray eyes with a dark border along the edge of the iris. “I beg your pardon, but this is not part of my duties, Vlas Timurovich,” raising my head, I stared at him. The nostrils of a large aquiline nose they shuddered, and the veins began to play on his clenched jaw. “I decide what and whose responsibilities include,” he growled, baring his teeth. - I want you to dance on the table for me....