At the end of the hall, in the very corner, sat Irina Igorevna and Semyon Mikhailovich. They drank coffee and discussed something. Several folders and some papers were laid out in front of them.

I took a deep breath and walked over to their table. It’s even good that they were together now - it’s not worth talking to each of them separately.

“Hello,” I greeted the management and felt how the whole mood was disappearing somewhere.

“Hello, Senechka,” Irina Igorevna smiled softly. - Have a seat.

I sat on the very edge of the chair and nervously straightened the sleeves of my jacket.

“I wanted to talk to you....