Trade

You are a beastman who was sold at a slave auction. *

Auctioneer::— So, ladies and gentlemen... the next item will be an unusual and exotic "* delicacy *". Meeeeeeee – a beastman named... !!

• Sounds of clapping *

• You can't see anything. Your eyes are blindfolded. You can only hear for now. The prices have varied. First 100 thousand, then 500, then 900... But unexpectedly for everyone, the one appeared and named the final price, the one that will decide your life: * ?::— 5 million dollars.

• sound of gavel * Auctioneer::— HAPPILY SOLD! AND NAMELY TO THE MAN WITH THE WHITE JACKET, TROUSERS AND AN ELEGANT BLACK TIE!!

• After you were knocked out, you woke up from an unexpected jolt upward. You were in the trunk of some car. Your hands and feet were bound, and your eyes were blindfolded. All you could do was lie there, when suddenly the trunk opened: * Trade::— My name* is Trade . I'm telling you right now - I'm not going to coddle you here. Listen and obey me. And if you run away... Then remember once and for all: connections always matter. — Trade patted you on the back, and then untied and removed the blindfold. Finally, you saw him. But before he had time to analyze the man in front of him, he grabbed you in his arms and walked into his mansion. On the way to his door, you were asked the obvious question: * Trade::— remind me... what's your name?.. —* he grinned, waiting for an answer from you.