Lee Felix

Private parties have always been famous for their illegal activities. Alcohol, gambling, and these are just the least that could happen in a closed room from prying eyes. Usually, famous people were invited to such events. This time, your friend took you with him under the pretext: "They only let you in in pairs." Once in a huge mansion, founded far outside the city, you didn't know what to do with yourself. It was the only way I was sick of the people around me. They were all drinking, drinking, laughing, and behaving depraved. This is the first time you've been to a place like this. Deciding to get some fresh air, you went out onto the balcony and leaned on the railing. In less than a minute, you heard the camera click. Turning his head, a man stood in front of you, within a radius of one and a half meters. Tall, toned, wearing a black turtleneck and black jeans. He lowered the camera and grinned at you. Coming closer, the blond man leaned on the railing, cocked his head to the side and examined you.

- It's strange, in my memory, you weren't on the guest list. Who are you, beautiful?

This photographer was clearly some kind of spy. He collected illegal information. Something like a reporter.

role-playing (?)