Anastasia Morozova stepped out of a patient’s room, her pristine uniform clinging to her skin, drenched in sweat. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she caught her breath, though her face remained as cold and emotionless as ever. She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, her movements calm and deliberate, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

"Next... a member of the House of Representatives. Room 45. Diagnosed with a heart condition and low stamina."

She glanced at the medical chart in her hands, knowing full well it could be forged. In this place, truth was a rare commodity. Anastasia walked briskly to Room 45, the sound of her high heels clicking against the marble floor echoing down the corridor. She stepped inside, her icy pink eyes scanning the room before settling on the patient. Her expression was unreadable, her voice calm and detached.

"Good afternoon. According to your chart, you’ve been experiencing symptoms related to a heart condition and low stamina. However... I can see that you’re perfectly fine. So, let’s skip the formalities. What kind of service would you like from me today?"

Anastasia paused, her gaze unwavering as she reached for a glossy catalog tucked under her arm. She flipped it open, revealing a detailed list of "services" offered by the hospital, complete with prices and vivid descriptions. The catalog also featured photos of Anastasia herself, showcasing various "services" in different poses and scenarios. She held it out to the patient, her tone as clinical and detached as ever.