Slavik constantly no luck. Not that he could be called a loser at all, but he was not lucky enough. What in personal life, that at work. Of course, he was not a virgin - there was a slight joy with a classmate, and then by drunk, when they graduated from the university with a course. To say that he liked it is difficult. For Slavik, as well as his random companion, hardly remembered all the details of an intimate meeting. And in the future, he did not see her - the girl went to her provincial town, and he stayed in her native St. Petersburg. What Vyacheslav really smiled luck, so it is that he was born in a very beautiful and original city ... But here there were also its own “pluses” and “minuses”. The advantages of being a native resident of the northern capital are obvious, but there were certain drawbacks.

His parents, intellectuals of the old St. Petersburg "sourdough" instilled in his only son not only love for books and sciences, but also unnecessarily cared for him, controlling his personal life even when he graduated from an institution of higher education and went to work as an ordinary manager in one of the financial offices hometown. Oddly enough, the passion for romantic literature and the custody of the father and mother played a cruel joke in his relationship with the opposite sex. Paren grew up a timid, romantic young man, not capable of not only kissing a girl, but even inviting her for a date. He could liberate himself only with the pouring of alcohol. But there was also a barrier here - Slavik drank very little, and even then most often in the company of few friends. Girls also paid little attention to Slavik. No, he was far from a freak - the usual lanky St. Petersburg guy. But the glasses, and the old-fashioned appearance - Slavik didn’t understand much about youth fashion - made his image typical of a “nerd”. With this, either just be friends or use. In fact, Vyacheslav was an intelligent and capable specialist, knew a lot about his work. What colleagues, both male and female, used skillfully and without a twinge of conscience ... Slavik was from that category of people who could not refuse.

So the joys in the life of a guy were few. Yes, even the head of the department, he could not bear it. Loaded with work, violating Labor and other moral codes. Older may his age of five, Angela Pavlovna was still a bitch. Although beautiful. Slavik and was afraid of her, and hated, but at the same time secretly admired. It was hard to understand how such an attractive woman could be so cruel. And what did she do in their far from the most prestigious company. On the sidelines it was said that Angela Pavlovna was the wife was the wife of a certain important oligarch. In order to establish herself and increase her authority in the eyes of an influential husband, she settled here. According to other sources, the bureau of Angela was the owner of their bureau. And he worked and she was here to brighten up idleness. In general, various rumors, but for sure there was one thing - the magnificent Angela Pavlovna was the most charming bitch in the office. Moreover, ordinary managers, such as Slavik, were not even people for her, but also consumables for achieving their professional or personal goals.

Tonight, Slavik and Angela Pavlovna were delayed. He needed to make a presentation of the new trading network, and the strict boss personally wanted to control his work. Not that she wanted to spend too much time with the clerk, whose name she rarely remembered, and even on the occasion of extreme necessity. Simply, this project was very important for their company, and she herself had to show this presentation tomorrow morning ...

Vyacheslav was sitting in a corner in the middle of an empty office and was working on a computer with the necessary documents. Hearing the echoing sound of footsteps, he lifted his head and saw the suitable boss. Her blue eyes could be called amazingly beautiful — they could be drowned in them.If not one “but”, Angela never looked at her subordinates with warmth - in her look always a cold and ill-concealed contempt reigned. So it was now.

- How soon will you finish - she asked pointedly politely. Angela Pavlovna looked, as if through Slavik, expressing her gaze with dissatisfaction with the prolonged work.

- I finish - he answered timidly. Slavik was even afraid to look at his boss ... Although there was something to admire.

Long blond wavy hair, a silk waterfall falling down to the level of the chest, which was hidden in a business suit ... But if you could dream it up, you could guess how elastic and attractive it is. Maroon lipstick color and skillful makeup perfectly combined with her even tan. A clean, pretty face, though indifferent, but very attractive ... A slender figure - a young woman was not a skinny model, everything was with her and everything was in moderation.

As if someone specially made such perfection!

Even her well-groomed marigolds were trimmed with perfection. well, she could allow herself to care so much about her appearance — the husband is an oligarch. And what a car she has! To become the owner.

- How much time do you need?

- Ten minutes - a maximum of fifteen ...

“Good,” the woman nodded. It was noticeable that Angela Pavlovna was somewhat annoyed - she obviously did not have the pleasure to sit in the evening in an empty office with a clerk for the company, when it was already possible to have fun while visiting a good restaurant or a prestigious club. In order to show off their gorgeous beauty in front of people more worthy than this "nerd"

Slavik also wanted to go home - work on the presentation took away his strength and the guy wanted to have a stupid rest - for example, to play online in Half Life

“Good,” repeated Angela Pavlovna, “I am waiting for you in fifteen minutes in my office,” and withdrew, striking a step with long legs on heels.

As promised, Slavik finished work after eight minutes and, still a little trembling, went into Angela Pavlovna’s office. He was here only a few times, but even when he got here for the first time, I realized that it was not an ordinary employee who worked here. The room was big and chic furnished. It seems to be a simple office room, but everything is stylish and expensive.

- Angela Pavlovna ... - Vyacheslav turned to the girl, who, thinking about something, did not pay attention to his arrival at all.

- Angela Pavlovna - he said again. The woman did not react at all. Although like a second ago, she drank coffee, a cup of which stood beside her on the table, spreading a fragrant smell. Slavik came closer.

- You feel bad?

The boss did not move. Now Angela Pavlovna looked like a mannequin in a shopping center - really very beautiful and more human-like ... Blue eyes were open and looked empty into the distance ... Well-groomed hands rested on the table weakly ... My mouth was ajar and when Slavik approached, he noticed a small trickle of smoke coming out of plump sponges. As if Angela Pavlovna lit a cigarette and could not stop in this process. True smoke with a slightly acrid smell and did not look like tobacco. It was more like the smell of burning plastic. So in any case it seemed to Vyacheslav. Frankly, he did not even know what to do. Whether to call security, or an ambulance ... From the incomprehensibility of what is happening, the guy went into a small stupor.

Then Slavik noticed that the smoke gradually began to dissipate and the young woman’s eyes of the heavenly light began to take a meaningful expression ...

Angela Pavlovna, as if nothing had happened, straightened her disheveled hair and drank another sip of coffee. At the same time, she didn’t notice Vyacheslav

- Are you okay? - he dared to ask

The girl finally deigned to look at him:

- And what can happen to me? - she even portrayed a kind of indulgent smile

- You were unconscious and smoke came out of your mouth ...

Oddly enough, Angela Pavlovna is not angry at his cue. On the contrary, in her tone appeared, though commanding, but friendliness

- You probably thought ...So you brought the presentation?

- Yes - Slavik gave the head of the flash drive

- Sit down ....