There are such trips that you remember forever. Especially when you get out of your office just to drink coffee with colleagues or force yourself to go to a sports club on the first floor of the same business center. I took root. A husband is always categorically opposed to letting such a prominent woman like me go on long trips, even if they are workers. Jealous. Yes, and two children do not particularly have.

But work is work, especially when an international audit of a large energy company in Russia begins. Therefore, having calmed my husband, agreeing with the nanny and waiting for the arrival of a foreign colleague, I happily left my home life in anticipation of a change of scenery, despite the winter and the fact that we were heading north.

Oh, how disappointing I was when I saw that the biggest attraction of the arrival city was the plane in which we flew. Beautiful and colorful. Everything else around seemed extremely dull. My colleague from the warm and idle Italy, and completely lost heart from the picture: gray concrete high-rise buildings, surrounded a small airport like the dead, silent and doomed. In addition, there were frost, and dirty snow, and piercing wind. North Resort set.
At the same time, I was somehow warm with a short fur coat and thick tights under woolen trousers, but Marco was frankly cold in his stylish cashmere coat and a three-fur hat with an eagle feather. Fashionable jeans and beautiful shoes are not at all according to the weather. If he and I were so beautiful on the street among identical sheepskin coats and felt boots, we would become the number one object for the whole local gopota, but a taxi saved us.

Surprisingly good hotel, which pleased a very fast Internet, household correspondence with her husband and a short video with children. A good restaurant and tolerable cognac, which, after a long flight and standing in the icy wind in anticipation of the car, pleasantly relaxed and warmed. Marco struck me that he drank vodka from glasses slowly and with arrangement, as if it was the best Grapp in his life. I tried several times to explain to him how to properly use this firewater and how important it is to have a snack. Once even showed itself, but could not convince him. Soon we both got drunk and even allowed ourselves to flirt.

Marco Marsilio is a typical Italian with typically southern and noble facial features. Probably broke a dozen of women's hearts, because even at sixty looked damn attractive. And, judging by the boyish gleam in his eyes, he probably still was capable of even “this.” However, I was very pleased with my career, so the spit of my excellent booty, covered in tight pants, no more than my femininity allowed me, noticing with pleasure his views on myself. In a word, it was unnecessary to seduce the Regional Curator for the sake of the service ladder.

In the evening, I strongly encouraged him to dress as warmly as possible. We kissed in Italian at the door of our rooms in the hallway. We wished each other a pleasant night and, staggering, dispersed in numbers.

The morning was painful and gray. And the follow-up trip is cold and silent. I didn’t want to talk too much, the mood was spoiled by a hangover, an approaching blizzard and an unsightly decoration of the car. The excitement was added by the fact that the conductor did not know where our station was, and since the snow outside the window was only increasing, I was very worried that we would pass our stop. Marco grew grim. Apparently, he was not at all imagining the trip to the Russian North, shrouded in mystery, in company with a beautiful and tall blonde, that is, me, in a fur coat and, probably, on a sleigh ...

- Olga Nikolaevna!?! - shouted to me through the wind and snow dressed in winter, trimmed with fur overalls man below.- From the "Price"? Audit?

- What? - I answered in reply, hardly keeping myself on the ladder, penetrated by the icy wind.

- Girl, hurry the train is already departing! - the conductor pressed behind her and inadvertently pushed Marco to the exit. He, still from the “future”, braked and did not understand why he was being driven from a relatively warm car to some snow-covered hell.

- Price Coopers? The man shouted again.

- Yes! - I nodded.

- Give a suitcase, and jump! There is no platform !!!

“Fuck it!” I thought, and, throwing a small travel case into the hands of a man, I prepared myself.

And immediately fell to his knees, picked up the snow inside the boots. “This is someone who is so annoyed that they summoned two senior inspectors to such a“ t'mutarakan ”, I thought to myself, giving a hand to a man who helped me to get out to the plank flooring that replaced the platform.

- Marco! Jump, the train leaves! - I shouted to my colleague in English. He, with one hand holding his stylish triangle with an eagle feather, and the second with a fashionable travel bag, sigged down.

Driven by the prickly snow and sharp gusts of wind, we got to a huge truck, more like a dwelling house on wheels. The door opened and a woman appeared in the aisle, approximately my age. In a knitted hat, in a hood and a winter corporate special form, also trimmed with fur.

- Olga?

I nodded.

- Tatyana! - she introduced herself from the doorway. - Come on board! - she extended her hand to me, helping to get inside. Her grip was strong, practically male. - This dude with a pen, yours? - I smiled and nodded, enjoying the blissful warmth. - Wellcome! She shouted to Marco and helped him with the suitcases. The Italian climbed himself, knocking snow from fashionable shoes on a rough ladder.

Inside it turned out to be spartan simple, but, most importantly, warm. Several seats. One sofa and table. Stove. Hatches in the walls, which, presumably replaced the windows, all tightly closed. Under the ceiling, fluorescent lights are buzzing, giving a bright light. Inside, a very attractive girl with long blond hair, dressed in a tight horse's tail, was already sitting in an unbuttoned huge down jacket and a sweater with deer, she introduced herself as Marina, a senior lawyer. The last to enter was the man who met us. Vladimir is a chief engineer, middle-aged, like my husband, handsome, damn it.

- Volodya, close the hatch! Do not let the frost in! - turned to entered Tatiana. He nodded shortly and slammed the front door-trap. He pressed the button next to him twice and tapped the wall. The truck, starting hard, started off.

- Something you do not like the weather. - Vladimir looked at us with Marco. Tatyana and Marina smiled. - We will come to the campus, we will find you "spetsuhi", otherwise you will die on the "site". He then switched to English and introduced the rest to Marco.

While the car was driving to the “campus”, we previously agreed on a plan of work. All three were perfectly explained in English, so the freezing Marco was happy. Audit of three “sites” and two “administrators”. By the day for each. It sounded difficult, but real. We will be accompanied by Tatiana - the administrative manager and Marina, as I already understood, the chief legal counsel ...

The first day was an icy hell! We were warned that the weather would deteriorate, but I did not think so much. My fur coat turned out to be suitable, only to get out of the car and enter the business center beautifully, wagging my booty. In fact, in such a wind and frost, she didn’t warm her body or her lower back, allowing the cold to walk around me everywhere.

The heating in my room, on the contrary, was too hot, the warm water in the small shower room was barely flowing. I slept very badly because it was hot and stuffy, and even if I opened the window a little, it became very cold. Even the damn time difference made itself felt.

The second day was exactly the same as the first. It was getting worse outside the window, no connection, and the work turned out so much that I was sad, immediately realizing that we were definitely going to take the planned work schedule. Marco, apparently, it is not particularly strained.Still, at its astronomical diurnal in Russia. I wouldn't be in a hurry either. My "Italian" ...