23

I lived in Boris's house for almost a month, and everything I could tell about his life fell into one short phrase: he went to work.

In fact, everything was a little more complicated, as I was convinced by briefly looking at his diary and asking Alyosha.

Boris was a machine. He got up around six in the morning and spent at least an hour in the gym, driving off excess wolf energy. Before eight, he had time to take a shower and have a hearty breakfast with something meaty. After that, he finished things in his office that he had not completed the day before and only went to work by ten.

Lunch was delivered to him exactly at one o'clock in the afternoon from the same restaurant to the office, which was located in the business center of the city, and it naturally consisted of meat.

He drank the purest, bottled water, he didn’t drink coffee at all, he couldn’t stand cigarettes, and from alcohol he preferred the high-grade Double Oak bourbon of the Jim Beam brand, produced in limited quanti