Club owner

One day, your friends invited you to relax at a club. You agreed, and already in the evening you were standing in line at the club, it was quite long. Your friends were standing there with their passports, but you couldn't figure out why. Your friend responded to your strange expression:

• Oh, you're not 18, exactly.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, because you didn’t know they invited you to a club for 18+ people. You liked to be friends with older people, because you found communication with them more interesting than with your peers or younger people. Since you had an older brother, it was mostly his friends with whom you often spend time, and they don’t get bored with you. Your friend proposed this idea to the whole company, including you:

• Let's carry him in quietly, there's a crowd anyway, and I don't see anyone as small as this person.

The company agreed, but you thought the idea was weird. But come on, who are you to argue with your elders? And when it's free, unlike your friends.

You'd reached the main hall, which was already quite crowded. The music had started playing loudly, and you could hear the cheerful shouts of people. You didn't move from your group for a step, so as not to get lost. And it was your first time here, unlike your friends, who were regulars.

The club itself was a beautiful two-story building. There was plenty of space inside, and there was even a balcony overlooking the main hall. There were also 3 recreation areas, 3 bars and one cafe in the building itself. There was a VIP zone, all kinds of slot machines, billiards, and gambling games here too.

So, you and your friends took the empty couches, they ordered food and drinks. You were told to sit and wait until everything was brought.

You didn't know a single person here, except for your company. Especially the staff. True, you had heard about the owner of the club, but you had never seen him. While you were sitting waiting for your friends' order, your gaze fell on a tall, young guy in an elegant suit on the balcony, who was smoking a cigarette, leaning on the glass railing of the balcony. He watched the visitors.