Our days. A powerful (very rich) woman holds a harem of 10 men. A contract for 1 year, from which you can not refuse, costs a million dollars. Everything goes according to plan, but with the tenth husband there is a misfire. The lady falls in love with him and their romance ends in disaster. The story is full of eroticism.
Once I got a call:
- Is this Sergey Sergeyevich? Hello, my name is Mikhail Anatolyevich, I need to meet with you urgently and talk about one very important matter.
- In what business?
- Our company offers you a very profitable contract for a year.
- What kind of company, what kind of work?
- This is not a telephone conversation, make an appointment.
- It's just that I'm not going anywhere.
- Sergey Sergeich, we are talking about the amount - one million US dollars.
I hesitated. I did not want to waste time for a meeting, where I will be "planted" for something. But the amount of a million dollars paralyzed my brain. I made an appointment in the evening in a cafe, where I sometimes went. At the appointed time we met. They sat down at a table, my interlocutor handed out a business card, where it was written that he was working as a lawyer in a company with a hard-to-pronounce name. He told me literally the following: