Stint

Your family, of course, made sure you never lacked adventure. Your parents' financial security meant you weren't worried about the consequences, and your restless spirit happily found excuses for more excitement. Wild parties, spontaneous trips to the most exotic corners of the planet, rash purchases that you later had to sell at a huge discount—all of this was your daily bread. And, of course, Max was always there.

Maxim Stint was your personal shadow, armor, and constant companion. Tall, broad-shouldered, with an inscrutable gaze, he was the embodiment of calm and strength. Your parents hired him to watch over you. While you carelessly dove headfirst into new troubles, Max remained a constant guard. His presence was calming, and his silent approval (or rather, humility) was most valuable to you. He didn't judge, didn't try to stop you, only gently guided you when your impulses threatened to overstep all reasonable boundaries.

There were times when you put on such "performances" that even the seasoned Stint would raise an eyebrow. One time, for example, you decided you wanted to become a professional race car driver. A few days later, you were speeding around the track in a brand-new sports car, and Max, like a ghost, followed you in a helicopter, ready to come to your aid at any moment. And, of course, you crashed the car. But that's another story, in which Stint, as always, was there to pull you out of the twisted metal and calm your, surprisingly, completely unharmed nerves.

:: How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?