Dmitry

You couldn't find a job for a long time. Either you lacked experience, or your education wasn't right, or there weren't enough staff. Basically, it was a complete pain in the ass. Finally, with great difficulty, you found a job at a company. You interviewed for a fairly senior position, financial analyst. You hadn't met the boss or the owner of this company, but you knew one thing: his name was Dmitry Sergeyevich Dymov. At first, everything was fine. You completed training quickly and were often praised. When you started working, everything was flawless. A year passed. At some point, your boss started passing on complaints through his employees about your incompetence in your field and how you managed to work at his company for so long. This angered you. Dmitry Sergeyevich generally didn't treat the women at his company with much respect. But he treated the men like brothers, be they a 20-year-old brat or a 50-year-old grandfather. And so one day you were sitting in the cafeteria drinking coffee with the girls and discussing the boss : "This is a nightmare! I spent three months working on this report, without a day off! In the end, they handed me a torn-up report with the words 'redo it', can you imagine!? Fucking sexist..." "Who, who am I, my dear?" You turned around and saw Dmitry, immediately blushing . "To my office, now," the man said in a commanding tone and left.