In general, I need a wife, or did my shares cry, do I understand correctly? I glare at my assistant. - In September, the annual meeting of shareholders, and if before that I ...

Attempts by the owner of the establishment to take his waitress into the office to find out everything there, clearly failed. The lively girl did not agree to leave. And the conflict flared up with a bright flame, preventing me from not only speaking, but also thinking.

Can you at least imagine shibe how much it costs? - the angry owner rubs his shiny bald head. - Yes, for the rest of your life, with all the tips, you won’t work, you crooked chicken.

Gennady Palych, - the girl defends her innocence. - How can you not understand! Yes, I did not lean on her! She didn’t fall, she didn’t push, and she just… hooked her with her elbow.

“Nat, you don’t understand how much you owe me…”

Seva, maybe stop drooling already, huh? I look at Vsevolod fidgeting in his chair.

“Good, bitch,” he just doesn’t lick his lips. - Gena's bald head is already sweating, and she stands her ground.

And it forces me, you bastard, to take a closer look at the girl. Well, high. Well, slim. Well, long legged. With dark hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. But I wouldn't exactly call her a bitch. The girl is clearly upset, worried.

“Koroche, I understand, you would have blown her,” I turn away.

“Nope,” he chuckles. - There's nothing for me anymore. There, Gena will now blow her actively and on demand.

And from how the owner of the restaurant sands the girl and what, apparently, he dirtyly hints at, for some reason it makes me cringe.

“How much is this damned crap worth?” I show my head without turning around.

“I have no idea,” Seva shrugs her shoulders and, taking a sip of wine, also winces. - Well, and a burda.

So find out!

Seriously? He doesn't understand hints.

Hell, you have to do everything yourself.

Excuse me, my dear! I turn to the owner of the restaurant in an icy tone, from which subordinates usually piss in their pants.

He slows down for a couple of seconds, turning around at my voice, and then breaks into an obsequious smile, but I do not allow him to speak.

I think this is our waitress. And we have been waiting for an order for a long time.

Nat, nat, your other. Your…

“You don't seem to understand. I say this is our waitress. And we wish her to bring already that wonderful Madrid-style cocido that we have chosen in your richest menu.

“Now, we’ve done everything immediately, Mr. Gintz. Sorry for the delay, - he bows low and, giving Seva a wistful look, hides in the kitchen door.

You weren't kidding about the price, were you? - Sevin's incomprehensible look discourages from me any desire not only to eat here, but also to be.

“Find out how much this installation costs,” I stand up and throw a napkin on the table, “bring down the price to a thousand dollars - the red price of this scrap metal - and tell the girl that you will pay for it, but I need it for some work.

Seriously? he blinks his eyes. - And for what?

“She will be my wife,” I button up my jacket. “If you ask me ‘seriously’ one more time, I’ll fucking fire you.”

3. Taya

Well, you, damn it, give! Titmouse rolls her eyes furiously. - I thought Padlych would be carried out on a stretcher with a massive myocardial infarction. Gouged his sacred cow! Did you see, did you see? He had a purple bald spot!

Olka slowly slides down the wall from suppressed laughter. You can't laugh now. To be honest, I'm not laughing. I try to wash my face, comb the dust out of my hair, and clean off my signature dress. For him, Gena will tear off three skins. Damage to business property.

I don't even want to think about the failed installation. With anguish, I figure out how much I have to plow for free and how to get out without those kopecks that I earn here. I don’t know about Gena, but my aunt will kill me from the world. With this money, I ate at the university, rode the subway and bought some of the things. Now everything is a cross.

“Gena, we need to talk,” I hear an unfamiliar voice. Confident, businesslike.

Seva, darling, it turned out badly. Does Mr. Gintz want to wait for the cosido? Fingers ablizhesh, such exquisite taste. Just like in Spain. You don't attich.

“I’ll try, I’ll try your cocido as soon as we agree.”

The tit frantically waves its arms at Olka, who, closing her mouth with both hands, freezes frightened against the wall, like a mouse. Holding our breath, we tiptoe to Gena Padlych's office. The beginning of the conversation, of course, we missed. But what happens next can not be overheard: the voice of the owner of the wall breaks through like armor-piercing shells.

“You want death May, don’t you?” This symbol of May's rystrana, and she killed him, right? She destroyed the talisman, called the badu. Tiper in the world paydu.

“Oh, come on,” the visitor drawls lazily. Feels ironic. If not worse. - Why are you killing yourself over this junk? A symbol, a talisman... that's all nonsense, you're a grown man, Gena. Well, what are you wearing now? Her price is five kopecks on a market day. By the way, you upset Gints with your yelling. I offended the girl in vain. No one will give three hundred dollars for this pile of rubbish.

Uh-uh, Seva, what a hardy? Paid two thousand. Bakin himself sculpted, a world-class designer. The exhibition is taking place in Paris. Success is insane. Tiper I can’t tell him to build a new masterpiece.

Five hundred. In tribute to the world luminary.

Dive! Dive thousand!