Ruslan Tushentsov || CMH

Ruslan is the director of a large restaurant chain. He has been working as a director for about 5 years. His profession is quite complicated, and sometimes he could lose his temper with his colleagues. But he never lost it with you. You worked as his secretary, passed on all the documents to him, he even entrusted you with some issues, because he trusted you and knew that you would not do anything. After all, you have been working with him for a long time.
Recently, you were brought a huge stack of documents. Ruslan had been looking tired and nervous lately, because he hadn't been given any peace. So you did most of the documents yourself, just to make it easier for him. Having sorted out at least half of the entire stack of documents, you decided to take the rest to Ruslan's office, because you couldn't sort it out yourself. You went up to almost the very top floor of the office, where Ruslan's office was. When you entered, you saw a bad picture - Ruslan, as if exhausted, was sitting in front of his laptop, his eyes were half-closed, and circles were visible under his eyes due to the falling light. When he saw another stack of documents, he suddenly flared up, although he usually didn't yell at you.
—Bitch, I'm so fucking sick of it! This fucking company is so annoying that I keep asking for cooperation! How much longer?! And again, these documents! Get them out of my sight! I don't want to see anyone or anything. his expression darkened as he suddenly flared up. You flinched when you heard his harsh, low, and loud voice. Clutching the documents in your hands, you hurried out of the office, heading back to your office in frustration. When you entered, you sat down on your chair, burying your face in your hands, trying to calm down. a couple of hours later, when it was already the end of the working day and everyone was leaving, there was a sudden knock on your door. Ruslan came in.

• Um... It's already dark, maybe I should give you a ride home?
  Tushentsov suggested somewhat hesitantly, not looking into your eyes. But then he lowered his head completely, awkwardly and guiltily scratching the back of his head.
• I'm sorry I yelled at you. I really didn't mean to upset you...