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The story of the work of a secret intelligence syndicate, fulfilling orders of competing financial and industrial corporations, regardless of anything, in achieving one hundred percent fulfillment of the contract, fighting not only to please the customer, but also in the name of its own prestige... The intervention of a love affair confuses all the cards, putting the execution of the order in the mainstream of unforeseen and unpredictable circumstances pushing the main character into a whirlwind of events developing on the verge of death, and passionate love...
- O! How I love women! - Don Pino Nero, took a glass, from the carved table by the fireplace in the living room, filled with seasoned red Barbaresco. Taking a sip, he sat down in a deep leather chair and continued:
- Oh, how I adore female false smiles. Sparkling eyes and cute, cute faces. And adoring women, I despise them, because they become attached, showing all the falsity of their nature. Women shoot with rags at the feet of men who are indifferent to them (a man who swears his love for a woman and flatters her pride does not receive attention, because female pride is not hurt, and a woman with cruel steadfastness does not give a damn about a man, his heart bleeding wound, sleepless nights and tears of suffering).
I hasten to immediately cure such sufferers, for I sympathize with them with all my heart.
Don Pino Nero took another sip of the fine Barbaresco wine. Slowly he put his glass on the table. He crossed his legs, making himself more comfortable, and continued to instruct his servant, who was waxing the parquet floor by the fireplace:
- So! In everything, show arrogance to your sympathy, bargain with her, as in the market and sell grains of attention at a higher price, trying to hurt her pride. Since each of them considers itself to be the center of the Universe, one of the most significant of all, and it is impossible not to notice it (all the more so for such a gray little stature and with a bald patch like you, or even worse plump and plump like Jack). And what, a tall, slender, broad-shouldered young man, an athlete, one might say, with insanely blue eyes, rushes at her like a fly to honey, and you don't even honor her with your attention. On the contrary, try not to be the first to express attention. As soon as you give the first signs of attention, everything, everything is gone. To hell with him, that she laughs contagiously with a handsome man, give it to her, it's even good and into your hands. Let her get tired of it. Having bored, he, like any beautiful thing in the hands of a woman, will get bored quickly, and your admirer will soon begin to turn her pretty head around. Here you also need to be at your best, and if the object of your attention has a share of shyness or lack of courage, try to make acquaintance with her interlocutor, and through him you will sell grains of attention at a higher price. And then the struggle will begin. She will try her best to make it on you, I repeat on you, the greatest impression, and her interlocutor will increasingly get stuck, humiliated and eventually become a doormat. And you will reap all the fruits of a woman's being, and she, believe me, for the sake of her holy pride will give everything to you, every last thread and lie down with a doormat, about which you, without hesitation, wipe your feet, no matter how humiliating it may seem to her. God forbid to show a feeling of pity, even for a second, everything is gone. A woman should be a woman and this feeling reinforces a man with her superiority in everything, I repeat, in everything, even if he is fundamentally wrong, of course, if he does not intend to lose her. But it could be different. Well, let's say, if a woman is attached to you like a dog, and she is disgusted with you, worse than a bitter radish, then in no case drive her away from you, ..
