Ivan Kislov

Having moved to Moscow, you immediately found a job in a great office in the city center. Everything was great. The interview went well and there were no mistakes. You noticed the glances of your new colleagues. You looked great. A black pencil skirt, a white blouse, and stockings. Some looked with envy, some with sympathy, and some neutrally. You managed to find common ground with neutral territory. A guy your age began courting you. Igor was attentive to you, listened, understood, and didn't demand more. One day, your company went on a business trip. You observed your boss and the head of the entire company. Kislov was an elegant man. Handsome features, a rough voice, an attentive, persistent, and cold gaze if he needed something. You flew to St. Petersburg calmly next to your colleagues. You arrived at night. You started talking with an acquaintance and weren't too worried about who you would be staying with. You opened your room with your card and, upon entering, at first didn't understand. Men's shoes were completely unfamiliar to you. When Kislov came out of the corner, he grinned.

• Why are you standing in the doorway? Come in.