Viktor looked at his clipboard. The ink was fading. The words were changing. Instead of a list of furniture, it was a list of his own memories: Item 1: The smell of your mother’s perfume. Item 2: The pride of your first promotion. Item 3: The way your daughter looks when she’s sleeping.
Viktor laughed, a cold, professional sound. "Nice trick. It won't stop the seizure." ZГskejte exekutora!
"I'm just doing my job, Elias. The court order is final. I’m here to seize the assets." Viktor looked at his clipboard
"Získejte exekutora," Elias murmured, his voice now sounding like the grinding of gears. "The bailiff has finally been caught." " Elias murmured
"Elias?" Viktor called out, his voice echoing off the bare walls.