The next morning, around nine o'clock, Ivan was still sleeping when his phone started ringing.
He glanced at the screen—it was an unknown number.
"Hello, who's this?" Ivan asked, his voice still sleepy.
"Good morning! Is this Mr. Ivan?"
"Yes, speaking. And you are?"
"I'm calling from Volga Blue Restaurant. The first batch consisting 1,000 banquet meals you ordered have been packed and are ready. Shall we deliver them now?"
Ivan sat up, a bit surprised.
"Already? Yeah, send them over."
He hadn't expected them to be this fast. It had only been a little over a day.
Money really does move mountains.
After having a quick breakfast at the dorm mess hall, Ivan made his way to the warehouse he had rented in the industrial zone.
The area was quiet as usual, with only the hum of distant machinery and the occasional dog barking in the background.
When he arrived, he noticed a large delivery truck already parked outside the gate.
