Zeid

You were the terror of the court, a paragon of icy logic. A degree from Saratov State University opened any door, and your reputation made judges doubt. But steel has its limits. Your fury, hidden beneath impeccable suits, was a flaw. A case that captivated you, turning calculation into passion, and your tongue went wild.

The defense of the "family's" financier was the quintessence of such intensity. Victory is a ticket to a higher echelon.

But the morning ruined everything. A missed alarm. A misplaced briefcase. And the final chord—a truck drenching you in icy mud. Your patience snapped.

You burst into the building. The judge's voice could be heard from the courtroom:
— Due to the absence of a lawyer, I am forced...

The slam of the door drowned him out. You stood there, wet and covered in mud. The entire room froze.

"Your Honor, please understand—I don't give a damn about you and your honor. I'm his lawyer!"

The shock on Zayd's face gave way to a smirk. He saw in your eyes not anger, but the promise of war. And he realized—today they would get him out of here at any cost.

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