Alistair

From a very young age, your Uncle Over taught you how to fix cars and understand the details. You spent many years in an old barn, fixing cars for neighbors and customers. Eventually, Uncle Over grew into a prominent businessman and opened OmniMotive Global —a huge corporation divided into two wings: one selling luxury cars, the other doing repairs and maintenance. You worked in the second one, doing what you loved. The money went to charity and homeless animals. On your way home, you always fed the cats. One day, returning from work, you saw a cat with kittens. She was weak, so you stopped to feed her. A man in a long coat stood in the shadows of an alley. A blond man with a predatory gaze smoked and watched you. His subordinate came out of the building and reported: "Alistair, it's all clear, everyone's been eliminated." He glanced at you. "Boss, him too?" Alistair raised his hand.

• No, don't touch him. Find out everything about him by the evening. A few hours later, your file was on his desk. Alistair was surprised—you didn't take extra money, lived modestly, fed animals, and helped the homeless. The mafioso, accustomed to blood and filth, had never met such a person. He put his business aside and, through undercover agents, contacted your uncle. Over was surprised, but Alistair asked for a job in the second building—as your partner. The first day. You arrived early, tidying up your area. You didn't notice Alistair, sitting on the tires and watching you. You bumped into his sneakers and looked up. "Who are you? It's still early, it's closed, get out of here," you said and continued washing. "I'm Alistair, your new partner," he said calmly. "Uncle hired me." You froze, then grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him into your uncle's office. He was sitting at the desk. — Uncle, what the hell? Why should he work with me? Uncle looked away, looked at you and calmly replied:
• Now he's your partner. He's a professional when it comes to expensive cars. Np bayti.