On Monday morning, neither light nor dawn started from Listvyanka - you never know what a traffic jam is on the Baikal Highway, and you need to be at the office on time. Father insisted that everything be done, with drivers and guards - otherwise, he says, you will become a people on your swamp tarantass. And this despite the fact that he himself had SUVs all his life, and he understood very well what it was like to drive through the streets and look at everyone from above. But he said, as he cut off, they sat down and drove off.

Everyone in the family drove something, even the older generation - Aunt Nina and Polinka. But respectable ladies preferred to be driven. Of the youth, as Vic still perceived himself and the others, only his sister Linochka drove badly, well, she’s not very friendly with technology in general, she has other strengths. Everyone else willingly got behind the wheel of anything. Father, of course, in recent years preferred to be taken - but for him it was a matter of status. And he allowed his cars to be driven only by his drivers, and also by his sister Elochka, out of great love for her, and no one else. Sister Elochka drives a car, like the last bitch. There was a time, she didn’t get out of accidents, but then she got the hang of it and became incredibly cool. All the same, it’s good that she doesn’t live in Irkutsk, here she would be mother day-to-day on the road. We must call, by the way, both her and sister Linochka,

The swamp tarantass had to be handed over to the driver Volodya, so that he drove it to the sink, put it in order after the taiga, and then, in the evening, returned it to the owner.

So slowly, in thought, I drove to the office. The old mansion in the center, between the streets of Marat and Stepan Razin, used to be party property, and in the nineties my father was somehow able to squeeze it out. And live. Two floors, basement, garage, parking.

All employees on the ground - still, the chief arrived. Yes, and about the deal, apparently, some rumors leaked. Everyone who was even worth something, already on the way to the office, approached their father and politely expressed their congratulations.

Before Vic had time to come to his place, Vlad appeared. Vladislav Vershinin, classmate, colleague and good friend.

“Well, at least tell me how much truth is in the rumors,” he grinned.

“And it depends on which ones,” Vic nodded to him on the chair.

- About the fact that we bought Nedolyubov.

“These are not rumors, you know. And what's more, from the moment the contract is signed, I will go there as a general, and you will sit in my place here.

- Valentin Fedorovich decided?

- Well, who is it? Of course. Rejoice.

- It is you who rejoice - you will get free bread.

“According to rumors, it will take another hundred years to put those free breads in order, they are up to their ears in there, all in debt, like in silks.

“Maybe there is someone decent, you don’t immediately cut your shoulder,” Vlad grinned. “So they have been sinking for a long time, but they haven’t drowned yet.

- I think I'll take a look. And you sit down and listen, I have to hand over the cases to you. You yourself will go to the Koreans today, and you will talk to them.

The Koreans wanted the Icy forest for some business here in Irkutsk, but they wandered around as if they were offered rotten wood from that swamp, and not decent wood, and the process of discussing the terms of the contract dragged on for the second month. Vic regarded it as a divine punishment, and stoically endured it. Now Vlad will endure and persuade. At least something good!

And then the phone rang. Father called both Viktor and Vladislav to the conference room.

Veronica arrived at the office just in time for dinner. And what about the news? The top two - the ninth and tenth - floors of the business center on the banks of the Angara, in the area of ​​the Upper Embankment, stood upside down today. While Veronica was walking to her office, she was asked fifteen times what and how. It turned out that Margarita Romanovna, as she had left in the morning, had not yet returned, as well as the chief. So no one knew the details yet. Or is Nedolyubov already a former boss?

In general, there was no one to report to. The plan was successful, the impromptu that came to mind on the way worked perfectly. Ok, let's get down to business.

They didn’t let me concentrate - the phone squealed, the chief’s secretary Zhenya announced that all the deputies were expected in the director’s office by seventeen zero-zero. What is a transfer of authority? Acquaintance? Something else?

Margarita Romanovna flew into the office like a whirlwind. Despite her fifty-plus, she looked great - she practiced yoga, went hiking with a tent in the summer and skied in the winter, in general - she led an active lifestyle. Plus, she cut her hair creatively and skillfully painted.

- Well, what can I tell you, my soul Veronika Andreevna, sold. We were sold with giblets. Tell Alena, let her make some coffee?

Of course, Veronica wanted to know the details, so she asked her secretary Alena to run to the nearby bakery for fresh pastries and make coffee for the three of them.

Alena soaked orchids from Veronica's office in two buckets, on Mondays the orchids had a watering day. She put down the last of the seven pots and ran away.

- Tell me, don't torment me.

- How are you? Managed?

Well, yes, they haven't been fired yet, so the job must be done.

- Managed. Again she swore that it was the last time. For some reason they believed. So what's with the ice ones?

- What, all three were handsome, and the father, and both sons. And imagine, our new general will not be some kind of dog horseradish from the mountain, but the eldest son, Viktor Valentinovich, that means. Now they have gone somewhere to dine, Ice and our little bitch, and then he will bring them here and will show them everything here.

Margarita Romanovna did not like the former bosses who have become today.

- Uh-huh, Zhenya has already said that at seventeen zero-zero to be in Nedolyubov's office.

- Already Ice, the contract is signed. I don’t even say anything to the girls, it’s clear that no one is working today, everyone is just dragging from office to office and discussing the news. Svetik was just unlucky, she wrote a release and pushed it into the press.

Former journalist Svetlana Litvintseva represented the press service of the GN company in one person.

- And probably, then still organize all sorts of interviews with the new boss - about the new policy, - Veronica snorted.

Alena came, shook her blond ponytail, set the table for coffee.

- Veronika Andreevna ... is it true? she asked, looking haunted at her superiors.

“Really,” Veronica nodded. - Margarita Romanovna personally witnessed the signing of the contract.

“And… what now?” - Alena was ten years younger than Veronica, but she had already given birth to two children, whose father disappeared somewhere in the foggy distance.

“Who knows what now,” Veronica shrugged. “But if I stay, then no one will touch you.”

“Yes, how are they without you,” Alena muttered.

“You think they don’t have their own financiers?”

- There is, but only do their financiers know our context? asked Margarita Romanovna.

- They will find out, - Veronica waved her hand. Let's drink coffee and let's not run ahead of the engine. Let's look at this Iceman. To be honest, I have never seen him or his household.

“They look just right,” Margarita Romanovna chuckled. - Dislikes are no match for them, neither old nor young. Suits made of such fabric that you can immediately see - they cost a lot of thousands. At the most - a pin in a tie, with a diamond, not otherwise. All three have cufflinks. He himself is big, bald, with a belly, but at the same time he moves nimbly and sees through everyone. The children seem to be softer, but also the views are not simple.