"Welcome to the 35th Chamber," a booming voice echoed. A man in a sharp suit appeared—he looked exactly like the portrait of the author in the front of the book. "I am the Arbiter. To pass, you must navigate the levels of justice."
The final room was silent. The Arbiter stood there. "If a law violates the Constitution, who has the final word?"Maksim didn't hesitate. "The Constitutional Court. They protect the supreme legal force of the land." "Welcome to the 35th Chamber," a booming voice echoed
The text was a blur of "jurisdiction," "appeals," and "presumption of innocence." Rubbing his eyes, Maksim drifted off, his head resting on the cold glossy page. To pass, you must navigate the levels of justice
Maksim found himself in a small courtyard where two neighbors were screaming over a broken fence."He must go to jail!" one yelled.Maksim remembered the paragraph. "Wait! This is a civil matter, not criminal. You’re looking for compensation, not a prison sentence."The neighbors froze, nodded, and vanished. The first door creaked open. "The Constitutional Court