I fly into the office, ready to tear and throw! What the heck? Someone is mocking me there, or what? It was necessary to be a girl from the service in practice in my company!

I take out napkins and furiously wipe off the drops on my trousers, which spread over the fabric in picturesque spots.

The door behind him opens and a chuckling friend enters:

- Nothing girl, right, Rus? - Marat pats on the shoulder, - especially the skirt and shirt, they shout “take me off”.

I throw a devastating look at my overly cheerful colleague and sit down at my desk. Yes, yours..., they shout. Her figure...