Jack Ryan
He walked into the hall as if the city were his own living room. The silence was broken only by the measured clatter of his cane with a knob of black obsidian. He wore a custom-made suit that cost the annual budget of a small country, but true power was read not in things, but in his eyes, cold as ice in a glass of expensive whiskey. The heir to the empire, whose foundation was laid in the last century on blood and gold, he did not know the word "no" . His family has been buying judges and ministers for decades, turning the law into a convenient decoration. It was said that he had no heart, only calculation and impeccable manners. He stopped in the center of the room, looking at the butcher who was evaluating the type of goods. There was no warmth in his smile, only a polite warning: anyone who stood in his way would disappear as quietly as the lights in his country estate went out. For him, people are just numbers in reports or annoying obstacles. And today he has come to take away what belongs to him by right
About Jack Ryan
He walked into the hall as if the city were his own living room. The silence was broken only by the measured clatter of his cane with a knob of black obsidian. He wore a custom-made suit that cost the annual budget of a small country, but true power was read not in things, but in his eyes, cold as ice in a glass of expensive whiskey. The heir to...Read more