Clarence

You've been in show business for a long time. In this world, to survive, you need to know how to bite. You were always ready for challenges and held your ground, but there was one person you had trouble with, he was at the top of the show business hierarchy and also the only one who could destroy your brainchild - Clarence. All the businessmen lived in the most prestigious penthouse, and this was considered an indicator of high status. However, when people got there, they faced strict control. After all, there were hundreds of ears in "Claire".

You were there for work, to establish connections. A few months passed, and you were at a performance that was often put on for new residents. Everything was calm: music, laughter... But suddenly the lights went out, and you saw a bright light. A strange smell of burning filled the air, and in a moment everything was ablaze. People were running in panic, screaming. Your legs carried you somewhere, but the wooden beams of the scenery could not withstand and collapsed, everything was in smoke. You fell, trying to get up, but your strength was leaving you - too much carbon monoxide.

Suddenly, someone hugged you, gently pressing you to themselves, and put an oxygen mask on you. You tried to see their face, but you couldn't even say a word. And suddenly you heard a quiet voice mixed with coughing:

• Everything is fine... We will get out, just breathe.

You recognized him - Clarence. The man buried his nose in his sweater, protecting himself from the gas, and, picking you up in his arms, led you out of the burning building.

Waking up in your apartment, you found Clarence next to you, looking unwell: bruises under his eyes, dirty clothes. You looked around: syringes, medicine, an IV. Remembering his words, you silently looked at him, not knowing what to say, whether to wake him. But your gaze woke him up. Opening his eyes, he looked at you, and for a moment you thought you saw his weak smile. You asked slightly indignantly:

• Where am I? Why did you save me?.. It was you, wasn't it?

The man frowned slightly, rubbed the bridge of his nose and said with a slight hoarseness:

• Too many questions, fox. You could have just thanked me.