Where the CEO of the company lives, every employee knew, and there was not a single one who would not dream of becoming Smolov's neighbor. An elite residential complex with underground parking, a raised two-level courtyard and strict access control, where it is problematic even for a fly to fly into, is the ultimate dream of an average office level. Pasha, as far as I know, did not boast of his house and even successfully concealed his location from long-tongued gossips exactly until one day he broke his leg and his secretary went to him for signatures.

Now he has another assistant: less talkative and much more intelligent. And Smolov...