Boris G. Shakhov, a 45-year-old man in an expensive suit, splashed a decent portion of real Armenian cognac into his glass, lit a cigarette and lay back in a good natural leather-covered soft chair. The situation in the master's office, which he occupied, quite suited him. Modestly and tastefully.

“Listen, Karen, are you sure that the first batch will come on time? Problems with customs clearance will not be? "

“Listen, daragoy, Karen said, Karen did. No problems. Why trouble when money is there. You know it yourself, nat money - there are problems, eating dangy - no prblem. Customs Dengi likes, customs gives the go-ahead. ”

They grew up in a single country and watched the same films, and understood each other perfectly. And the youth, who came to the hard years, soldered them together. Anything was, times were turbulent, how many of their peers did not live. Who drank themselves, who put the bullet in, and who disappeared in no matter where. Lihie nineties, costly to their generation.

Shah honestly rewound the chervonets, didn’t give up his friends at the investigation, and then didn’t surrender to the court, took everything for himself, for which the thieves weren’t touched at the area, his friends warmed him out of his will regularly. He didn’t hang around with the asset, but he didn’t get confused with the suit of the thieves. The owner was in good standing, and he enjoyed respect among men. Thanks to his higher engineering education, he had a senior shift position at the losopilka, did not spread rot to anyone, but did not bend himself. For ten years he lived by the principle, do not believe, do not be afraid, do not ask. Shah, it drove, for ten long years, it became dearer to him by his name. Shah leaned back two weeks ago, his friends met him outside the gate as expected. The guys, although what kind of guys they are, are already under fifty, offered to hang out in full, but Shah flatly refused, well, they drank, of course, but Shah didn’t take a spree for some reason. He did not object to the proposal to call the girls, but he did not use the attention of the priestesses of venal love, despite a ten-year break. From the time he was a young man, he could not bring himself to use their services.

The first week he just walked around the city, which he did not recognize, and enjoyed freedom. He wandered through the parks and boulevards, sat in a cafe, went to the amusement park, rode on the carousel. He dreamed about it for ten long years. Vacationers looked with amazement at a well-dressed man, with a short dark brown hedgehog, with a gray hair, smiling blissfully and circling sitting on a plastic horse, among the little ones.

A week later, Shah said, in the office to Karen and demanded to attach him to whatever matter, even a janitor, tired of kicking his eggs with their feet.

Karen, who had been waiting for his friend for several days, was delighted, and with joy, abruptly switching to Armenian, he poured brandy to them both and explained to his friend that for more than a month now he was waiting for the position of general director of one of the holding’s subsidiaries, as well as directors of the above organization.

And here they are sitting in his office, now in his office, and they drink excellent brandy. The secretary, a girl of about 20 years old, with feet from her ears, blinked her eyes when Karen Arshakovich introduced her to the new general. They went into the office and the excited secretary Lilechka, first of all rushed to call Irina Konstantinovna. Ira, in the newly established company held the position of assistant manager. That's just the leader himself has not yet been, and it is logical to reason that in the absence of it, she is obliged to perform his functions. Well, since the firm did not conduct any economic activity, the concerns of the newly-minted assistant were not very burdensome. And they boiled down mainly to recruiting and arranging new employees.

Received from Lilechka signal the arrival of the new chief, Irina straightened burgundy short jacket, so advantageous tight-fitting her high breasts, smoothed her plain black skirt just above the knee, emphasizing the harmony of its lathed legs, remove the extra curl thick brown - blond hair, a wag of a round, appetizing popochka, zatsokala high heels of black, patent leather shoes.

Irina kept her job, during the crisis, working with such a salary wasn’t lying on the road, and for a divorce with an 8-year-old son, this is generally a treasure, and the fact that she had to become the lover of this vile freak is nonsense will survive if required.

Iru didn’t indulge in the life of Ilya, who grew up in a family of hereditary alcoholics, Ira could not stand the alcohol. Early left without parents, vodka cleaned the father first, cirrhosis of the liver took him to the grave quickly and efficiently. Mother drunk, three drinking companions, for the sake of laughter, put naked on the balcony, where she chopped off, and they safely forgot about her, it was winter. Left alone, Irina continued to study and work. At 25, Ira met Nicholas. The novel developed rapidly, she hoped that she met her love, but fate caught up with her, Ira gave birth to Dimka, and it seemed that this was family happiness, but Kolya, who worked as a driver, gradually began to drink, he drank very quickly, not a year later and turned from a normal peasant in the finished drunkard. He was expelled from work, but he did not stop drinking, there was always money for vodka, and he began selling things. Ira could not stand it and after torturing her husband with an alcoholic, she divorced a year and a half, left alone, with two-year-old Dimka. But the ordeals did not end there. The crisis struck and Irina was fired. She was looking for work and did not find her. Interrupted by one-time earnings. She and Dimka were huddled in a one-room worm, on the outskirts of Moscow. Motated by interviews, she met Misha, Mikhail Kharchenko, who held the position of senior recruitment manager in one of the holdings. Misha, a 34-year-old married man, was reputed to be a complete nit. After the end of the next interview, Ira was about to leave, but then a manager approached her, with whom she had just finished the conversation, and offered to continue the conversation in the cafe. He immediately caused some kind of disgusting feeling to Ira. Short, with slicked hairs, he somehow resembled a rat. But the work was needed as air, and Ira agreed.

Sitting with him at a cafe table, she heard that he could help her get this place, but ...

She will also have to do something for him. Ira immediately guessed what it was about. And she agreed to become his mistress.

Misha's touch caused her disgust, and he saw it perfectly, enjoying his power over her.

A few weeks later, Ira entered a new job. Misha, oddly enough, kept his word.

Having run into the reception room, Ira leaned toward Lilya and whispered

"Well, how is he?"

“Solid uncle. “- answered the girl.

Irina again pulled up her jacket and gently knocked on the door.

Hearing permission to enter, Ira sighed deeply and stepped towards fate.

Two men sat in the study. Karen Arshakovich Irina knew, one of the leaders of the holding, he stopped by a couple of times to see how things were going in the newly created company. He joked, he was a cheerful person, this Armenian, or he seemed so. And how this merry fellow, with a bullet in his stomach, managed to put three visiting Czechs, from his TT, she doesn’t know at all, it was a long time ago.

The second of those present, sitting in the director's chair, was apparently her future boss.

The man looked forty years old with a ponytail, a dark gray-haired hedgehog of short hair, sharp, expressive features of his face, a nose with a barely noticeable crook, and a look of gray-green, attentive eyes. Tenacious, wary, as if their owner is constantly waiting for an attack.

The man was dressed in an expensive suit, but it was felt that he was uncomfortable in him, he was used to completely different clothes.

But, in general, she liked the new chief, although some inconsistencies caused concern. But, they don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, they will have to work with what they have.

“Ira, good den. Here is the beginning tebe pryvez. Please lubyt and complain. Boris Grigorievich. Get acquainted. "

“Irina Konstantinovna Koshkina, ...