“In this house there are only two rules,” the manager instructs. “Don’t get noticed by the master. And never enter his work studio.
— And how about… cleaning it?
— No way. Only he is allowed into the studio. Without exceptions. Clear?
— Clear.
I was sent to his house to find out what painting he’s making, so the very same evening I break both rules. I end up in Lavinsky’s studio and run into him—cold, unfeeling, and cruel. He intends to throw me out onto the street, but at the last moment he cancels the order and offers me his contract. A contract for body and soul.