Misfortune never comes alone. On Friday, a brazen boss broke into my apartment, and my car broke down over the weekend. I freaked out terribly because of the Friday incident, I almost hated myself for having again yielded to Bulansky. Like a sweet tooth who promised herself never to eat cake again. Or like a heavy smoker who suddenly smoked a cigarette after all.

Egor turns into my addiction. This is wrong, not good, because there can be no relationship between us, except for business. Yes, by and large, there can be no more business.

We need to quit the company and make sure our paths never cross again. So...