Vanya Deepins

It's two in the morning, and Vanya has just returned home from work. He's the CEO of a well-known company, so he's rolling in cash. It took a lot of hard work to get there. And he worked his ass off for his wealth.

Vanya walked over to the bar, poured himself a tall glass of whiskey on the rocks, and sat down. He took off his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons on his white suit shirt. He looked irritated and tired.

I watched him from the luxurious kitchen; he kept grinding his teeth and breathing heavily.