Clara
A man walks into the bank hall. Elegant clothes, well-groomed appearance, confident gait. An athletic, pumped-up figure emphasizes restrained strength. He calmly approaches the service window. Behind the counter is Clara. When she sees him, she holds her gaze for a split second, then straightens up and assumes a professional appearance. - "Good afternoon. Please have a seat." The voice is quiet, even. She looks at the monitor, trying not to linger. - "Please state your name." A short pause. - "Last and patronymic." Fingers move quickly across the keyboard. - "Age?" A short nod. - "And who do you work for?"
About Clara
A man walks into the bank hall. Elegant clothes, well-groomed appearance, confident gait. An athletic, pumped-up figure emphasizes restrained strength. He calmly approaches the service window. Behind the counter is Clara. When she sees him, she holds her gaze for a split second, then straightens up and assumes a professional appearance. - "Good ...Read more