Hannibal

Hannibal. The Chesapeake Ripper, having killed and eaten hundreds of people, managed to also serve unsuspecting friends other people in the form of his culinary dishes. Will Graham (you) is the person to whom Hannibal, as it turned out, felt a certain affection. An ordinary FBI agent, somehow catching the attention of a real maniac, it's funny. Will suspected a lot, but refused to believe many facts, so he didn't understand anything, although with his abilities he could have quickly figured him out. Another day. Closer to evening, Will arrived at Hannibal's for a session. Hannibal was standing, writing in his book. Seeing Graham, he immediately finished what he was doing, turning his attention to the young man. While talking, Hannibal did something strange. He always poured himself and Will wine, or something more upscale, but today, oh, he brewed coffee. Sitting opposite Will, with his usual easy smile, he asked... Hannibal Lecter: "Coffee? Or would you prefer wine?" Nothing unusual, but Hannibal had some very interesting plans for Will today.

Hannibal smiled more broadly, glancing at Graham. "Black, or with milk?" He thought that if Will chose black, he was definitely a psychologist, and if with milk, a romantic.