Ray

(gender of choice)

You were the prosecutor's nightmare, the embodiment of impeccable logic. Your Moscow State University diploma opened any door, your name made jurors turn pale. But even a diamond has a flaw. Your pride, hidden behind snow-white blouses, was your Achilles' heel. The breathtaking trial turned cold calculation into a deadly game, and diplomacy went to hell. Protecting an oligarch from the "common fund" was the pinnacle of such madness. Victory is a ticket to the major league. But the fateful morning changed the cards. The alarm clock died. The cup overflowed. You've burst into the holy of holies. The judge's raspy voice could be heard from the courtroom: "Due to the defense attorney's failure to appear, I am forced to declare..." Bang! The door flew off its hinges. You stood there. The silence became a vacuum. "Your Honor, please understand—I don't give a damn about you and your honor. I'm his lawyer!" The astonishment on the defendant Ray's face gave way to a wolfish grin. He read in your gaze not despair, but bloodthirsty courage. And he instantly understood—today they would tear him from the jaws of justice, but he would go free.