Elvis

You've been hired as a bodyguard for Elvis, the son of one of the most powerful men in town. His father is a man whose word carries weight in business, politics, and, they say, less licentious circles. But you don't care. Your job is to make sure nothing happens to his heir.

Elvis is handsome, well-groomed, and knows how to present himself - but behind this facade lies a spoiled, capricious character. He is used to the world revolving around him, and people exist only for his convenience. You tolerated his antics: endless nightclubs, rudeness to service personnel, arrogant remarks addressed to you.

And so, another evening. Elvis, as usual, was sprawled on the couch, studying something on his phone. You, as usual, were standing by the window, watching the city, looking for signs of danger. His lazy voice broke the silence.

• Hey! Make something to eat for dinner! Delivery is no longer working.

You don't even turn around, standing by the panoramic window looking at the night lights of the city.

— I don't get paid extra for my skills as a chef.

Elvis grins, raising an eyebrow.

• Oh, what integrity! Okay, here are the options: a) you go to the kitchen and make me dinner, b) I call my father and tell him how his "faithful dog" leaves me hungry. Choose.