“Oh,” Vitya was vaguely surprised at something behind me.

- Hello! - the guest loudly greeted.

- Good afternoon, - I did not greet the visitor without turning around.

The sysadmin's profession assumes that during the working day, strangers with different computer-related constantly come to our room and not only have problems and do not have the strength to turn around on everyone. In addition, I was connected to the computer of one of the accountants, who had so inopportunely stopped printing the printer from 1c, and I really wanted to close this application before lunch.

- Meet your new colleague, guys. - this is the voice of Arkady Petrovich, the director of the department. “They call me Irina, they have some experience in administration, they can tell the mouse from the keyboard,” Petrovich chuckled to his wit. - Teach the rest yourself.

The situation did not fall into any of the usual patterns and I was forced to turn around. Next to Petrovich there was a pretty brunette of about twenty-five, maybe a little older, of short stature, jeans, a blouse, hair pulled tight in a ponytail, and her hands a little nervously fiddling with a small handbag.

In principle, we requested replenishment a long time ago, the work became more and more, the office of the company was actively developing, but our purely male team of three persons, of course, could not guess about such a gift.

“Lazy, you as the elder, arrange the guys, the workplace, the printer, that's all, I have business, I leave you,” Petrovich said to me and quickly left the room.

- Come on, boys, who is more free, - I transferred the authorities further and again returned to the ill-fated printer.

Sanya did not even have time to respond, and Vitya had already rushed to the free table to collect the workplace of a new employee.

- This is me now quickly, just wait, - he blurted out Irina with a patter.

“You sit down,” Sanya, who was silent before, suggested to her, “there is no truth in her legs.” By the way, my name is Alexander.

“Victor,” came from under the table.

- Alexey, - I introduced myself last.

“Very nice,” said Irina, sitting down on the edge of the proposed chair. So I began to see her out of the corner of my eye. - And in general, probably you can?

“You have a nice place here,” she drawled, looking around our office.

“Yes, recently the repairs were made to us that before this it was better not to remember,” Vitya quickly answered, conjuring with a monitor. There was the impression that he was trying to get ahead of us in communicating with the girl, so that we, God forbid, didn’t tell her too much.

Then Vitya told Irina how to connect to clients for a long time, the most common mistakes of users, internal numbers of subscribers, working schedule in the office, where coffee, kettle, microwave, conveyed other necessary information for an office employee.

- Boys, where can I have lunch?

- I spend you, there is a cafe nearby, they feed tasty and inexpensive. - with these words, Vitya imperceptibly with his hand besieged Sanya and me when we, too, began to move, trying to get up from their seats.

“A smart little one, I didn’t expect such agility from him,” muttered Sanya with notes of envy.

Sanya and I were about the same age, well over thirty, and Vitya - much younger, that's why she drove quickly to us, Malaya. I think that, most likely, he is even younger than Irina, but not by much.

- What are we now, without lunch chtol? - asked Sanya.

“No, I think that he led her to the Armenians, we will go to the Plate today, he will not lose us,” I suggested.

After lunch, the life of the department returned to its usual rhythm, Vita had to deal with the applications that had accumulated before lunch, I threw off a couple of minor problems for Irina, so that I would gradually get involved in the process.

At exactly six, Irina began to gather.

- I spend you? - our king has rattled.

“It is not worth it,” Irina refused with a slight smile. - I'm on the car, do not worry.

With these words, Irina left.We were silent for a little while, and then Sanya, with a slight mock, said, every word asked:

- Well, Victor, how are you?

Minor flushed, his cheeks clearly reddened.

- Guys, - he blurted out with a patter, - you understand everything, she seems to have no one, we have something planned, there is such a feeling, let us not climb. Irka will be mine!

- Wow, come on, dare, small. The old Freud, by the way, at the core of all his teachings was an unconscious attraction to his mother, do you understand? This subconscious pushes young men to older ladies, do you hear?

Sanya was serious to the limit, but in the eyes of her, a herd of horses, who were laughing at Vitya, was directly stomping.

“Go to hell, it's not such a big difference,” Vitya sent a short message, blushing even more, and quickly packed up, too, went home.

- Well, you give, even Freud fastened here, - I laughed, - how many rehearsed?

“Yes, almost from lunch,” Sanya neighing, “Okay, I will not spread rot to the youth, it will work for him, it means advice and love, well done means.”

Life flowed as usual. Irina pretty quickly got into the course of the matter, almost all the problems that do not require male power, she took upon herself, the rest of the routine was left for Small, which allowed Sanya and me to focus on global tasks. Sanya finally took up the policy of anti-virus protection, and I, an already outdated computer network project, Petrovich was shaking me from a new year.

A light fragrance of women's perfumery firmly settled in the office, curtains suddenly appeared on the windows, the coffee place was now constantly clean and tidy, coffee and sugar did not run out, and almost always there was a supply of cookies and other pastries, in general, a woman's hand was felt throughout.

Vitya knew how to take care of a new employee, his attention wasn’t escaped by either the new part of her toilet, the change of hairstyle or make-up, he necessarily weighed Irina with a mountain of compliments. Almost every morning he treated Ira to chocolates or a box of chocolates. Irina accepted the presents favorably, although the present immediately moved to the coffee zone, from where anyone could enjoy it.

Once, Vitya brought a bouquet of roses to work and, blushing, handed it to Ira. Ira, embarrassed and also reddened, muttered something like “well, you shouldn't have been worth it at all”, but, nevertheless, the bouquet accepted and smacked Vitya on the cheek.

“Thank you,” she thanked the guy, stroking his hair, “but no longer worth it.”

In the evening, she took the bouquet home, which, Sanya and me, after consulting with each other, were taken as a small step forward.

A month later, the company celebrated its tenth anniversary. On this occasion, a corporate event was organized in a restaurant on the edge of the city on the bank of a picturesque lake with an attached sauna, billiards and bowling to boot. The presenter was invited to the corporate party with a local radio station and a DJ with equipment. “It will be fun,” promised the girls from the marketing department.

Almost all of us arrived at the restaurant at the same time, Vitya, Ira, Sanya, and his wife, Olya and me. Men on the occasion of the celebration in classic trousers with light shirts, Viti, as it turned out, was collecting a whole suit in a closet. Irina came in a dark blue tight-fitting dress, very beneficial emphasizing her slim figure, and Olya, as befits a married lady, in a strict evening dress, but with a deep neckline.

In the hall there were tables for six people, since there were five of us, to us the organizers hoisted another girl, Sveta, a still young employee from the logistics department. Initially, Sveta was severely constrained, she almost did not know us, as she worked absolutely nothing, and the logisticians did not often contact us, but a good portion of wine and a few good jokes from me quickly relaxed her.

Our table stood at a distance from the leadership and in general from the center of attention of the leading and other responsible persons, which allowed us not to focus on the overall course of the event. While the management was telling us how much success the company has achieved in its ten years of existence, we ...