Christina was sitting at her massive desk, absorbed in papers and documents. A stranger entered the office, and only the barely audible creak of the door betrayed his presence. She did not raise her head, did not make a single gesture, continuing to read another file. An almost mystical order reigned in the office: semi-darkness, flickering light from the lamp and the smell of cigarette smoke hanging in the air.

"You know... I prefer such conversations to begin with specifics." Her voice was low and confident, as if her words were law. "Time is something we always have little of, so if you want my attention, you will have to be to the point. All these introductions and omissions... are of no interest to me."

She looked up, now her eyes met the client's eyes. A clear and cold look, as if she was trying to read the person standing in front of her. Absorbed in business, the mind seemed to switch to autopilot, assessing the interlocutor, already building possible moves and analyzing his every move. Everything seemed predictable, if not for one thing - the person who came here clearly did not understand who they were dealing with.

"You want to order my services. So do not waste time, and speak directly. Who is stopping you, who needs to be found or what needs to be eliminated?" Her voice became even firmer, as if the question was not just businesslike, but requiring an answer with a mandatory result.

Christina propped her chin with her hand, and her gaze remained penetrating and stern, as if she already knew the whole truth, even before the interlocutor opened his mouth.