Oleg returned to the office earlier than usual that day, hoping to be at home, where managers do not make noise around, and the secretary is not trying to strangle him, hanging with a huge cut on an equally huge chest. He had nothing against his chest, but at least some brain had to be attached to it. And take away the perfume, and then in the corridor for ten minutes the smell is stronger than in the smoking room, and they are afraid to close the reception window.

He was a lawyer by training, and a country was raging around in which laws could be combined and read with more imagination than Tolkien’s fairy tales. He loved his work, but it’s not always possible to do it from home.

In addition, he was a lawyer in the shower, and on paper he was the head of a company importing computers and components from abroad. The most recent, huge computing power inside - any phone is more powerful than computers from which they launched the first spacecraft - outside the backlight in the most unexpected places, and all this will be used by the children of rich parents for farming digital currency and "top gear".

Oleg was well aware of this, because he himself was the uncle of such a nephew. Arrogance is above the roof, and all the achievements in the game world. You can't even pull out for a run. “I live the same full life there! In real life there is no place for achievement, there is nothing interesting, and in general I am tired of injustice. ”

Previously, Oleg practically did not pay attention to the nagging teenager, but then the teenager wanted more money, and her sister guessed to get him a job, rather than get herself a second. Gritting his teeth, Oleg took the boy by courier, and now he constantly listened to the whining that the bus and the subway are difficult, the packages are heavy, and you need a taxi, but rather let the uncle buy him a car and make him a sales agent. The young talent was confident that he needed only a car to increase.

- Oleg Georgievich, - the secretary and the head of the personnel department almost collided in the doorway, - there the girl came, she said, a student, she is looking for practice.

- And what was she going to practice? - Oleg asked wearily, looking up from the "letters" of the Ministry of Finance, making clarifications to the PBU. It is bad to be in charge - you need to know everything that the rest do.

- Remember, we were giving an announcement, were you looking for a second translator from Japanese?

- Not the same student. Tell me that call back, and drive, as usual.

Galina Lvovna bored at the door.

- I tried...

“Is she standing there with a gun?” Well, tell me that I have already found a translator.

- I already said that I have not yet found.

Oleg raised his head. He could only get through Galina Lvovna and get such strategically important information out of her only by himself. When she came to the aid of the chief accountant, all checks passed.

- At least a fifth course?

- The third, Oleg Georgievich, - the personnel officer herself did not understand why she didn’t pull out the applicant.

- The department is at least a language? - Oleg asked with frank sarcasm, deciding in any case to look at a real Russian woman who entered the department to Galina Lvovna, and stopped her, forcing her to escape for help to the authorities.

- Yes, she says that Japanese and English, and she also knows French.

- What, one per course? Okay, he almost went to look, but he remembered that he was the director here, and he came not to laugh, and said:

- Lead.

Galina Lvovna left the challenger, secretary Lida remained a bastion of moral support. Third-year girls are too young, and even pretty. It is necessary to save the morality of the beloved boss.

The girl entered before Galina Lvovna. Rather high, although Oleg himself is a little higher than his shoulder, lean. A narrow skirt, blouse buttoned, look nowhere to fall. Oleg appreciated that there are tights on her - in this heat, girls without clothes go, but here everything is serious. Her hair, unexpectedly fiery-red, is so tightly knotted at the back of her head, as if she is punishing them for an inappropriate color.Although they, bastards, still twist and do not lie flat, the volume is felt.

And her eyes, like those of a witch, are green. Almost no makeup.

- Hello, Oleg Georgievich, - she spoke his name so easily, managing to separate his name and patronymic, which he immediately understood: languages ​​are hers.

- My name is Marina, I am from the third year of Inyaz. I am looking for a company to practice for the summer. Your ad indicates that English and Japanese are required, I think I can comply.

Everything would be fine, just what is she staring into, mesmerizing, witch?

And in fact it turns out: it is immediately felt that she is looking from above. And he, so, spread over a chair and waits for its turn to speak.

- I was counting on a specialist with a diploma.

- There is a crust from Japanese language courses. I do not bother you to look for your specialist, I need material for a practice report. While studying, I still can not work full time.

Here it is: I will now take what I need from you, and then I will be too busy for you, and leave. Oleg met such self-confidence only in adult men with bald spots. He pulled out a sample contract from the box, sent to foreign partners, stood, walked around the table:

- Read in French.

Yes, mean: Russian text read on a foreign page. Check how justified self-confidence.

He was barely holding the paper almost in front of him, and then the girl had such a look, as if he should come up and file her documents. She came herself, did not break.

She read for ten seconds in silence, then spoke. Oh yes, French is the language of love. Oleg understood hardly a third, but to listen to how this endless, without interruption, speech, with a unique “p”, “g”, he definitely liked. Why doesn't his translator say that? Oh yeah, he's the guy.

“Okay, enough,” he said in the middle of the page, “translate two pages into Japanese and French, and leave to the secretary.” In the evening, our translator will check them, and tomorrow we will call you.

- Good. Let me know - why do you need French?

- I like the way it sounds.

She frowned. Not used to being joking at her.

“Good-bye,” came out, holding her red head high.

Oleg made a thin figure with a look, and returned to the table, smiling to himself: he suddenly remembered how beautiful girls added “mister” after the word “well”. But they did not look into the eyes. And generally behaved much more educated. And this Marina has such a view that it is easier to present her with a belt in her hand than on the back. Let's see what she translates there.

Maybe call Nadia? She asked to take her back the longest. Oleg was reaching for the old Simka, but he stopped. With them, then it is so difficult to tear, especially with Nadia - he suffered, he attached it to another, in the end. Simply go to the bar in the evening.

When he asked for coffee half an hour later, he didn’t see anyone else in the reception room through the open door.

- What is our translator, right?

“I left here some scribbles,” the secretary put down the sheets with rows of even letters, or hieroglyphs, who would sort them out, and vengefully put a cup of coffee with a wet bottom on top.

- Well, tell Michael how he will come back, let him go.

Michael approved the work. Gender and age of a possible colleague only pleased him:

“Maybe I'll torture her,” he said wistfully.

Oleg strongly doubted, unless the friend Misha agrees to live under a thin, sharp heel. If he met this girl at the gatherings on the subject, he would not even have thought where to identify her. But when he himself took the girls there, she had not yet passed the age limit. Go yourself? Simply applying the elements in bed with random girlfriends is one thing, but to live with a constant bottom is another. But it seemed to go berserk. And now, rush to every insolent look and round ass?

- What is her last name, would look at the pictures in the "contact", - Mishka looked at Oleg inquiringly.

“God knows.” Tell Lviv, let him call you back, and warn the security. You will ask the surname. And show the pictures!

At the weekend, friends called ...