„Look who's coming around. Mister Petyr Baelish. Isn't it ... well... striking." Next to Lysa was a tall man who put his massiv coat next to something that looks like scotch. I just had Sansa on my mind and ignored the bizarre situation: „Lysa just let me explain... I am inlove. But not with you. It's Sansa. It was always her... I tried to ignore the feelings; thought it would end or at least fade, but she is still the love of my life and I don't want to bother you anymore with my company of lies, mistrust and mischief. I want to make clean cut, you know, go on. I am so sorry." I felt miserable and couldn't face my own wife. How did it came so far? „It's okay Petyr. You can leave, you are not important anymore.", the man answered. The voice was incredible familiar. Dark hair, icy eyes, too familiar... „Petyr, Ramsay will care about me. He's also heartbroken but confident that we can manage it together. I'll sponsor him and his plans to destroy your career and life. You know, nothing personal." They both cheered. Suddenly I realized that I was not just the one who's the fool; Ramsay was a devilish bugger.

„What do You mean ‚It's how it is' !" I explained the situation to Sansa right after I realized what Ramsay was about to do but unfortunately it was too late. Somehow he published my work anonymous and some parts of Sansa's too on the dark net. "I just ... It's my work as well and excuse me! I am not the whiny one. It doesn't matter what we could have done different because it already happened." We refreshed the website of our company. Every partner worldwide could sponsor a project or even decide to join it if it seems profitable. Ramsay and my future ex-wife's project is still rising and ours was embarrassingly low. "I just can't believe how tricky and daredevil his whole concept is. And why the heck we are his 'enemies '?" She was talking about some conspiracy theories and if this is maybe just a misunderstanding. But in the last second she whispered:
„I think it's time to call some bigger men. My dad."