In the morning, almost everyone came for me at once. Ira, Kostya, Lana, Annika. They blocked the entire passage with cars and purred their engines in displeasure, because I overslept. The phone was on vibrate, and the Romanian friend did not wake me up, but the displeased hum of cars in the yard did its job. As a result, I was in such a hurry that I put on a T-shirt backwards and, as usual, did not have breakfast. Like a bullet, I jumped out of the entrance and rushed to the car of my boss.

He opened the door, jumped into the front seat of the Maybach. Kostya silently...