Mercenary at heart - страница 2

Cities with platinum status: 10000 Eurodollars/month.

Gold cities: 7000 Eurodollars/month.

Silver cities: 5000 Eurodollars/month.

Cities with bronze status: 3000 eurodollars/month.

Villages from 30 thousand to 100 thousand: 1500 Eurodollars/month.

Villages from 1 thousand to 30 thousand: 700 Eurodollars/month.

Villages up to 1 thousand: 15000 eurodollars/month.

Let us understand at once why in elite settlements salaries are at the level of cities with diamond status. The fact is that people live there who are prepared to pay well only for the best of everything. The best cooks, security guards, trainers, beauty masters and even cleaners. The first three categories are hired only from diamond and platinum status cities. The last two are no lower than from silver status cities. How do you get a job like this? Only through an acquaintance or personal recommendation. You can't just pop in off the street. All staff is accommodated in special hotels on the territory of elite villages and undergoes a particularly thorough check for involvement in crime and connections with it. Employees are not allowed to leave. You live where you work. However, you will have to give up your family, as the residence does not apply to family members of servants. Only employees. Of course, there are cases when people keep their families and send most of their earnings to help their relatives. But this happens very rarely.

Things are quite different with mercenary salaries. They don't have a steady paycheck. They work from order to order. You work, you get paid. Some are self-employed, some work for organisations that provide this kind of service. And it's not necessarily related to crime. There are orders such as ‘serve, bring’. But on their fulfilment do not earn a lot. If you really want to get good money, then you need to take on the ‘black’ or ‘dirty orders’. They are 100% related to crime and illegal activities, as well as involve violence and cruelty. Such cases are carried out through intermediaries, which are just the mercenaries. For their fulfilment they are already paid very well, but it is extremely difficult to get such orders without the appropriate reputation. Since no one will want to deal with amateurs.

762. A dark-haired young man of twenty-four, dressed in a light jacket and jeans, stands on the edge of the roof of a fifteen-storey building. It offers a great view of the neighbouring outdoor football stadium nearby. The vaults and façade of the sports facility are brightly lit with lanterns. A major annual fight tournament is scheduled to take place, with some of Ounvilshen's top fighters scheduled to participate. On the artificial turf, in the middle of the field, a couple of metres above the ground, a ring has been erected for the future competition. Its flooring was square and dark blue in colour, and the ropes enclosing its perimeter were red. The stands were still half-empty, as the fans had only recently started to be launched. The guy was carefully watching what was happening in the stadium through his binoculars. With one hand he was occasionally tweaking a couple of wheels on it, responsible for adjusting the clarity and range of the image. On the roof, not far from him, was a large black bag with the necessary equipment for his mission.

Finally, the boy lowered the hand holding the binoculars and walked along the roof to the other end and looked down. He was no longer afraid of heights, as he had successfully overcome this phobia after a series of tests. Below was a small street with cars parked on the pavement and the edge of the metal roof over the entrance to the building. Pedestrians were darting along the pavement, going wherever they were going: home, from work, from school, to the shop, to the stadium, for a walk. The phone rang. The guy took it out of his jeans pocket and put it to his ear.