Young Master in the Apocalypse

"Eva, come here. We have something to talk about."

Viktor invited Eva to talk alone.

"I need your help sorting them out. I will appoint you as the Manager."

Hearing Viktor\'s words, Eva looked excited. "Is that true? Yes! Alright! I\'ll do it" Viktor smiled, satisfied with Eva\'s response.

​ There was a special reason why Viktor chose Eva to be the Manager.

It wasn\'t only that she was a princess who understand taste, she also grew up learning everything a royalty should, from music, fashion, management, and most important of them all: ethics.

The princess will be the key to turning a simple brothel into an elegant club.

Besides, Eva\'s beauty and charm will become the face of the club, bringing more people into the place. Viktor just hopes her excessive behavior in detail and perfection will be her strength aswell.

"Okay, listen carefully. First, I want you to sort them out. Choose who is talented. Divide into three, entertainer, hostess, and those who have no talent should end up as security or support staff. Understand?"

Eva nodded.

"Very nice."

Viktor then gathered everyone in the room.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen. If you want to work at this bar, you have to work hard."

Viktor walked around, looking into their eyes one by one.

"I want to create the first club in Russia since the apocalypse. And this Club will not just be an ordinary one."

Everyone\'s faces were serious when Viktor said that. Then he continued his speech.

"I don\'t want you to be here just because you\'re unemployed. I need talent."

After that, Viktor pulled Eva into the crowd.

"She is Eva, the Manager at this club. I want you to follow her, she will choose your job based on the talents you have. If you can\'t accept the job you got, please leave. We can hire people any time."

Viktor\'s last sentence was harsh. He wanted everyone here to know that he was very serious about this club.

After that, Eva started sorting the people. The female applicants were divided into three groups, and they all went through the selection one by one.

However, there was one woman, who did not participate in the three groups. That was Viez. Then their eyes met.

"Okay, Viez. You are different from all of them. What position do you want?"

"I… I could be a bartender."

Viktor\'s eyes opened wide. "Then prove your ability."

Then Viktor walked to the far right of the room, where there was a bartender\'s table that Jessie had previously set up.

Viktor brought out the drinks with various famous labels and various fruits from his storage ring, including the tools of the bartender. All had neatly arranged on the bartender\'s table.

Viez walked to the bartender\'s table, her fingers looking to pick a line of well-known alcohol labels. Then she took a bottle that was branded, \'Marque Reserve\'. The bottle was tossed into the air and then caught with her left hand.

Everyone in the room looked surprised except for Viktor.

Then Viez started to mix cocktails. She took some oranges, lemons, and honey. After that, she did some attractions.

The metal cup swirled in her hand, but it didn\'t fall, as if it was dancing in Viez\'s hand. Having caught Viktor\'s attention enough, she served a glass of orange cocktail on the table.

"Honeysuckle Daiquiri."

Viktor tasted the cocktail. The fresh sensation of orange and sweet honey danced on his tongue.

Viez then calmly said to Viktor,

"The most important thing of being a bartender apart from making cocktails is getting information," said Viez. "And that is my main skill, profiling and gathering information. You will need me,"

Viktor heaved a sigh and agreed with her words, however, there was one little problem.

"Then how can I trust you, Ex-KGB Agent?"

There were still doubts in Viktor\'s mind. He needed proof.

"I will prove to you by helping you… I can help clean all traces that lead you as metal guardian, I can do this in two weeks,"

Viez\'s answer was enough to make Viktor interested. Besides, having a member with a skill set like Viez was indeed, very useful for him.

As Viez already knew his identity anyway, he could just give her a chance to prove her loyalty.

"Okay, welcome to the group,"

Viez\'s test as a bartender was over in just a few minutes. While others took four hours to finish.

The results of the selection; 10 people became dancers, 10 people became hostesses, 10 people became security, and the remaining 15 people became service support.

In addition, Viktor had also determined the position of staff at the club.

For the Manager, it was clearly given to Eva. The maintenance department was headed by Jessie, while service and support were led by Barry. Then the head of security was given to Boris and Torri as representatives. When at the same time, they both became Bouncers who stood at the front of the room.

After that, everyone went back to work fixing this place, while Viktor sat at the bartender\'s table and enjoyed a glass of \'Honeysuckle Daiquiri\' made by Viez.

However, there was one thing lacking in his club. He needed one more department, and that was the kitchen.

\'I need a chef.\'

Hearing Viktor\'s problem, Viez seemed to have a solution.

"I have acquaintances. He is a Michelin star chef. For experience, there is no need to question it."

Viktor seemed interested in Viez\'s acquaintance.

"I can take you there. Do you want to go now?"

Viktor\'s eyes opened wide. He never thought that person was in Perm city.

"Okay."

…

With Viez, Viktor walked the streets of Perm City. He followed where Viez took him to.

The longer they walked, the deeper they entered a shabby-looking shopping area.

Viktor was doubtful. But, for the sake of a former star chef who had worked in a French restaurant was enough to make him cast aside doubts.

While he thought about it, a Michelin star chef that ended up in a shabby place like this was only natural. Anything could happen after the apocalypse.

Finally, they arrived at a food stall that was crowded. In front of the shop, one could see people lining up, waiting in line.

"Here?"

"Yes."