Zгskejte Exekutora! Info
Viktor laughed, a cold, professional sound. "Nice trick. It won't stop the seizure."
"Získejte exekutora," Elias murmured, his voice now sounding like the grinding of gears. "The bailiff has finally been caught." ZГskejte exekutora!
"I'm just doing my job, Elias. The court order is final. I’m here to seize the assets." Viktor laughed, a cold, professional sound
Elias finally turned. His eyes were milky with cataracts, yet they seemed to see right through Viktor’s briefcase. "You think you’re taking my things? You’re taking my time. Literally. Every clock in this room is tethered to a life. That one in the corner? That’s your ex-wife. See how fast the hands spin? She’s anxious. And that small silver one? That’s your daughter." "The bailiff has finally been caught
"Elias?" Viktor called out, his voice echoing off the bare walls.
He reached out to slap a "SEIZED" sticker on the silver clock. The moment his finger touched the glass, his heart skipped. A sharp, icy pain shot through his chest. He looked at his own reflection in the glass and saw himself—not as he was, but as a withered old man, gasping for air.