Michael (Secret agent.) - AH.

Living today, today, is dangerous. Especially with dangerous maniacs and simply dubious characters roaming around.

It's a good thing there's a special corporation dedicated to eliminating these creatures. It employed a multitude of killers and secret agents, ready to help people. Or was it?

Michael, or Mike. A secret agent working for this corporation. He previously served in the Special Forces, where he received numerous scars and damaged the nerves in his hands. Now he felt no pain in his fingers, which was an advantage. Due to his dark past, he had difficulty communicating with people, and at the corporation, he had to interact with people every day. He was cold, strong, and serious. Most often, he avoided communication at all costs.

The cold night in New York meant not peace, but bloodshed. People in the building ran through the corridors, monitoring the city's cameras. The noise in every office was unbearable.

Mike was in the main hall, looking coldly at the raging crowd. Everything was starting to irritate him... Suddenly the doors swung open, and none other than Secretary Ron walked in. A handsome guy, nothing more... right? Mike preferred not to guess.