My week had been going perfectly; nothing had gone astray, all of my new inventions worked like a charm, and no one had even slightly bothered me. I was hoping on this Saturday night, sitting in my private study with a good book and a cup of tea, that maybe my good luck would be able to last until the final minute of this week. My plan was ending extremely well; that is, until I got... the call.
It was from an old business companion I'd known since I first started to become the successful man I am today. Gregori Zephyr was a weapons seller from Russia that I met with frequently to chat about the newest developements in war machine manufacturing or world politics, etc., etc. I considered him to be a rather good friend, but this was just asking too much.
He had called at ten thirty that fateful evening to ask a favor. Greg was wondering, if while him and his wife were on a two-week business trip, they're son could stay with me.
I didn't even know he had a son.
But apparently, he was fifteen years-old, and mostly quiet, so the boy, and I quote, "shouldn't be very hard to handle". Very hard? Every child is hard to handle, no matter how quiet or old or whatever they were! I couldn't exactly say no to him though, since I sort of had to pay him back for something, so I grudgingly accepted with fake excitement, telling him I'd be happy to house their son. That it would be my pleasure.
And from that moment on, I, Vlad Masters, was subjected to being... a babysitter.
