Everybody said John Prescott was a bastard. The origin of his financial fortune was unknown. Anonymous money periodically rained on the accounts of his societies, subdivided in a series of holdings that passed money to each other in a whirlwind that confused any hopes of analysis.
His interests, like an octopus, reached any field of finance, he controlled newspapers, TV channels, banks, supermarkets, slot machines. Evil rumors also spoke of drug trafficking.
His newspapers, on the other hands, praised his skills and his generosity. But on a quarter moon night...