Turkey!

A pompous, experienced turkey!

I stomp to my office, pounding my heels on the floor like a carpenter with a hammer. I firmly hold that same red folder to myself and mentally mother the new bosses on what the light stands.

It was necessary to get to such a tyrant and misogynist as this Berkutov. Or is he such a cock only with those who from the very first day do not spread in front of his feet in a puddle and do not express a desire to jump into bed? Although it seems that he is like that with everyone, even his Olesya, with whom, judging by the...