Grey Wolf stood at the door, raised his hand, and knocked.
Three times.
Not too light nor too hard.
It was the standard rhythm of a business visit.
Inside, it was quiet for a second.
Then, a man's voice sounded, with a slight Swiss German accent: "Please come in."
Grey Wolf grabbed the doorknob and pressed down.
The door wasn't locked.
He pushed the door open.
7:53 PM
The office was large.
Outside was the reception area, a black leather sofa, a glass coffee table, and on the table lay a financial magazine.
In the corner was a newly bought Christmas tree, Christmas was coming.
"Poison Snake's" judgment wasn't wrong, the height was just over a meter.
A painting hung on the wall, a printed scenery of Swiss mountains, not valuable.
The door of the inner room was open, a dark wooden desk could be seen, a desk lamp was lit on it, and the light from the computer screen was reflected on a man's face.
The "accountant" sat behind the desk.
