Clause 2.4.2. The Second Golden Rule. In fact, this whole trip from the very beginning consisted of solid bummer. Although the beginning was very erotic. Well, tell me, who wouldn't be aroused if 4 people entered into a conspiracy to commit group rape in a particularly perverted form of your ward?

And if the ward is small, young, childishly direct, but, nevertheless, already far from innocent?

But a business firm?

And 4 persons it is Customs, Tax, OBEP and, perhaps, the Prosecutor's office?

BUT? Uh

My business, honestly, is the side. My interest in this company, as in other matters, in no other one, no, I basically do not own capital, but as a decision maker, I, too, need to sit. Need to spin.

I have never felt the desire to be involved in the oil business, because I don’t need special education and experience to understand that all over the world this business is tightly connected with structures with which you don’t always want to deal. But to quickly transfer the green cash to some innocuous product, and even backdating, and even with a real profit, so that it would not be taxed, in that situation it was learned only through fuel oil. He had to buy somewhere, drive the Murmansk fishermen, who had a ship of some mossy ice class, so that they would be the first to go on Putin and catch the world's first sprat, and some worm or clam would pick it up which only comes to the available depth between Greenland and Newfoundland, only in early spring and only for a few days, which is forbidden to fish at all, especially in a foreign economic zone, for which overseas fat cats are ready to pay well, and overseas coastal oh wounds are ready to screw everyone well.

In general, I took a gym bag full of green cash, put a shirt, socks, pants, shawls, a razor and a brush from my side, bought a plane ticket and was at Domodedovo before the end of the lunchtime. For this lunch, I came up with one brilliant idea: even though the flight is internal, the security staff will still shine through the bag, which means they will still see a granny, and how will I explain to them her presence in such numbers? But the train just can not go! A is a long time, B is much more dangerous for luggage. Another brilliant idea was brought by the small wholesale bookseller, who carried on the trolley at least 100 kg of any books, including those that were read. I immediately run to the local bookstore and buy 30 pieces of softcover detectives of all kinds, and neatly stack them in several layers over the packs. In control, I tried to hold on to the bookseller. It worked!

In the glorious oil-producing town, the bluffs did not stop for a second. Heck! I always assumed that it could not be clean next to oil, but now I know for sure that every first thug is in this business. Since the last driller. Without exception! All my art of communicating with people had the effect of using plastic cards to hunt mammoths. Here I go with a handbag back and forth and nobody needs that in it, they didn’t see it. And so the whole week!

(They still have GSM cut off there for no reason at all. There is no signal and that's it! I had to buy a numbing NAMPS (Americans can't do anything normal), and I didn't want to work with this bastard through my modem. Also I had to buy a modem. In short, a bummer is a flash)

Even the secretaries there are impenetrable like the walls of Königsberg. Even for me. It will not be boasting if I say that I learned first-hand with the secretaries in my business life. In his very first business trip. (For my rank at the time, it was called a “business trip.”)

I then also came to beat out a hundred times overdue delivery, but the day passed, the second, the papers are signed, people run, talk is said, but the cars are not loaded.Here, the second day of my ordeals is over, everyone has already left the office, only I am sitting, calling by intercity (it was east of Moscow). Yes, the secretary was left to print something. I talked, I sit, I look at the secretary. I saw it and talked 1000 times, but did not pay any attention, well, someone is spinning under his feet, knocking on the computer. I have something to do with ourselves! Poor girl, I think! She would frolic, have fun, martini and tonic to smack, and not a contract-speech until 9 pm! Sorry for the baby.

- Alla, - (everyone called her that way, although she has a completely different name, why I will tell you later), I say, “Do you know where you can have dinner in the city?” And that bothered in the hotel buffet already.

Allochka, without looking up from the keyboard, gives a certificate about the catering system of the city, and a relevant extract from the certificate about the work of public transport. Normally, the secretary was asked - the secretary answered.

- Let's go, Allochka, let's have dinner!

Yyyess !!! Hooked!

- Oh, you know, I just had a little left, I quickly.

She really quickly finished, jumped up, almost ran. And she babbled something without stopping, as if half an hour ago she did not sit in the waiting room with a sphinx.

- Oh, and can I go home quickly, change clothes? I did not know that today we go to a restaurant. When we go to a restaurant with someone we go, Ivan Ivanovich and Pyotr Petrovich speak from the evening, but you didn’t say I didn’t wear a dress. We, in general, are allowed in any clothes, but in the Nearby Large City there is a restaurant, so there only in an evening dress. Then I say to Masha, let's go, sit, and she - yes, there only in a dress. But they were beautiful there then. We, too, beautiful, and let.

- Well, just let go, let's go right now. From there and call home.

- Let's run, the bus is coming!

- Yes, let him go. Can we take a taxi ride.

At dinner, she initially chirped in the same way, but as she sat, drunk and relaxed, she became more and more relaxed, and we switched to dancing on “you”. True, without brotherhood, in a natural way.

Alla, said that she hadn’t really danced for a long time, that she was taken to a restaurant only with clients, but they all don’t know how to dance, and the guys don’t come to her, because they think that she works “this very”. And the chiefs are not at all like that, they are good, they just can't do anything, they need an eye and an eye. That no one appreciates her work, only a couple of years ago (as she is older than she looks), a visiting Central Asian said that here at the plant is god — she is. He would call her Allah, but since she is feminine, he said that she is Allah! So it was attached. In fact, her real name is Veronica, but her grandmother and her mother were always called Sonya.

I was all wondering how a talented manager and a simple girl could get along in one person. But even this turned out to be not all; I had yet to open its other sides.

We stayed until closing time and returned on foot, because the demand for taxis at that time of day in that city was almost zero, and therefore the supply. My hotel was not far, and her house was generally on the other side of the city. It was not difficult to link such well-composed circumstances, but it was not easy to say. I again caused a wave of self-pity in her, and led her to a completely unjust daily routine that I had to come to work before everyone, leave after all, get up early. My proposal to spend the night at me could not sound arrogantly, but it seemed that she herself asked for it.

The administrator let us in unquestioningly, taking the bill as a matter of course, without even looking at its dignity.

Alla, of course, understood everything, and we already played the game, as if we didn’t know what we would do the rest of the night. For a start, we still have 50, for snowmobile (it was also in winter). Then I gave her a towel (I rented a double room, in the absence of singles, and I had 2 sets of all attributes), showed where the soap was and left the room to smoke. Normal railway-hotel etiquette. I smoked slowly, ...