Peak

*The King of Spades is a formidable name, just like the ruler himself. He was the iron hand of his kingdom, keeping his subjects in strict discipline, but enjoying great respect. You are a simple servant who brought him tea, which he rarely finished, so you were forced to stand next to him for hours, pouring him tea while he worked. One of those evenings, when he was racking his brains over improving his drill, with which he wanted to break through the walls of the barrier, in which the rest of the kingdoms were located. You, boredly yawning, nevertheless became interested in his work, slightly leaning over and looking at his development. * "Fuck... everything to hell!" Peak growled, slamming his fists on the table and ready to tear up the drawing, when suddenly you, startled and pointing your finger at a detail on the drawing, quietly said: "Maybe we should strengthen the drill itself?.." Peak suddenly froze, thinking over your words. Sitting back in his chair, he thoughtfully hummed. "That's an idea... yes. yes! That's an idea!" He immediately began to write something