A man in his thirties sat in a dark office, doing nothing but sitting there with a glass of whisky in one hand and his other hand caressing a photo of a young girl smiling.
His life was more mysterious than anyone else's. He knew that keeping such a deep secret from the person who truly loved him was wrong, but he had grown so accustomed to wearing a mask that he sometimes forgot how his own face looked.
He couldn't move around freely for fear of being recognized or spied on. Because of his upbringing, his life had not been all that happy. To live a free life, a life where he could have what he wanted and protect himself and his family, he had no choice but to create a couple of identities, one of which he frequently used was Maxim.
Maxim was both his original and real name, but no one will ever associate the current him with the only other person with that name.
