“Just wake up tomorrow, okay?”

"And don't doubt it!" came back.

I raised my head from the phone and met Smolov's gaze. He parked his car next to me and held the phone in his hand, staring at me with a good dose of either surprise or indignation. Although, perhaps, both of them are equally equal!

I put my phone back in my purse, took another look at my boss, and remembered to only ignore the phone:

“Good morning, Pavel Konstantinovich,” he greeted through the lowered window of his car.

And she cowardly tapped her heels towards the office, afraid not to cope with the situation.

And exactly at lunchtime,...