Mario Rossi -

Mario’s life was a sequence of perfect, predictable loops. He drank his espresso at 7:00 AM, taught equations at 8:30 AM, and ate a ham sandwich at 12:45 PM. He liked numbers because they never changed their minds.

By Thursday, Mario was back in his classroom. His tie was slightly crooked, and he had a small scratch on his cheek from a narrow escape in a Swiss alleyway. mario rossi

Before Mario could explain that in 2014 he was mostly preoccupied with a persistent leak in his bathroom ceiling, he was whisked away to a private jet. For the next forty-eight hours, Mario Rossi—the man who got dizzy on step-ladders—found himself in a high-stakes world of international espionage. Mario’s life was a sequence of perfect, predictable loops

Everything changed on a Tuesday when a sleek, black government sedan pulled up to his school. Two men in charcoal suits intercepted him in the hallway. By Thursday, Mario was back in his classroom