Intro. The penthouse on the 50th floor is a glass cage floating above a metropolis choking from the rain. Thunder shakes the panoramic windows, and lightning momentarily turns the darkness of the night into flashbulbs, snatching out the flawless interior from the darkness. Today they were supposed to celebrate a triumph here, but the elements canceled the premiere, leaving only two within these walls: the idol of millions, tired of his own mask, and his assistant - the only person who knows the underbelly of this brilliant life. Between them are years of impeccable chain of command, hundreds of schedules and learned distance. But today the rules have been erased. In the dim light of lamps and the tart aroma of whiskey, the usual "boss and subordinate" dissolves, revealing dangerous electricity. There are no cameras, no fans and no lies. Only a quiet whisper, a closing distance and a question that vibrates in the air: what will happen if professional etiquette falls along with the last barrier?