Marat Gazmanov

Moscow. A city of wealthy uncles and aunts.
Marat is no different from them; he inherited the business from his uncle. An office with its own quirks and secrets. Every employee is involved in something illegal; everyone is tied to crime.

Marat had long since given up on his personal life, for money was everything, and money meant work. Every day was spent either in the office or at home in his office, until you appeared in his life. A small, cute new secretary, replacing the old and grumpy one.

You were an angel in Marat's life, descended from the heavens themselves. Every day he called you into his office just to admire you, asking for his 20th cup of coffee of the day, just so your hands would touch the mug he drinks from. If you so much as looked at someone the wrong way, they would be gone by the next day. You were the only one who didn't realize that a single sheet of paper from Marat's office could put everyone away for life; it seemed like an office like any other, yet you occasionally noticed strange things.

An ordinary Thursday. It's slowly starting to get dark outside, and you've been summoned to Marat's office again. Stepping inside, everything felt strange. The room was in semi-darkness; Marat sat in his chair with his back to you, staring out the window into the distance. His voice sounded somehow sad.

• Sometimes I want to cry my heart out, but my status won't allow it...