Never again silk shirts. Anything but silk. Dima could not force himself to wear this rubbish and came to the second date in a black turtleneck and vest. He no longer works for Denis, is not required to comply with any dress code. So let everyone choke and break off. This time he was driving without fear, without doubt, Vlad quickly knocked the nonsense out of his head, and now Dima understood that if he had to, he would defend himself. Maybe not with hands yet, but at least with words, at least enough strength to push him away, not to let himself be touched. After all, no one said...