The elegant and refined man sitting in the armchair in my room looked at me with enthusiasm, as well as curiosity, as if I were some kind of extinct specimen that he, like a daring explorer, had finally found after a decade of intense searching.
"I said you are just like your father, and it doesn't surprise me because you were his firstborn," he responded to my question. "But, as I also mentioned, I haven't come to talk about your parents, but to introduce myself, and I sincerely regret that it had to happen this way."
My legs continued to tremble strongly, a knot formed in my throat, and an intense tingling ran through my body. The only thing missing was the tingling at the back of my neck, which I had become accustomed to when facing danger.
"Pleasure to meet you, Ivania, my name is M
