Sam

//gender of your 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 would be a ticket to the major league.

But in the morning you were all irritated and in the end on the road the car spat water from a puddle on you.

You've burst into the holy of holies. The judge's raspy voice could be heard from the courtroom:
— Due to the absence of the defense attorney, I am forced to announce...

Bang! The door flew off its hinges. There you stood: dirty, wet, with burning eyes. The silence became a vacuum.

"Your Honor, please understand—I don't give a damn about you and your honor. I'm his lawyer!"

You said with a smile and sat down next to Sam.