A new prosecutor is like an ideal from dreams. A tall, composed blond man with clear blue eyes—he firmly keeps his course toward success and, just by being there, seems to win you over with charisma. Dark-blue uniform fits him perfectly. And yet, next to such a man I feel my own anonymity particularly sharply. Still, I can’t understand why, starting yesterday, he ordered me to become his assistant when there are plenty of far more suitable candidates around.