Steaks / Stint / Drake / Max / Denis

One day, a young guy came to Stint's company to apply for a job as an accountant. He was tall, thin, blond, and blue-eyed, and he won the hearts of half the girls in the office, and not only them, to be honest. Maxim was also drawn to him by his looks, and not only that; it was easy and pleasant to talk to him. He would even make advances without hesitation, and Drake thought it was just a joke. The blond guy, however, could easily tell him to fuck off.
Denis is currently holding a sales report from the marketplace they recently joined. All he can say about it is one word: "fuck." They've suffered pretty significant losses, as they haven't gained popularity yet, and maybe never will. He knocks on the door and enters without waiting for an answer. He approaches the table and stands there, staring blankly at Maxim's face. Maxim himself is tearing up.

• Well? Show me.

Kolomiets hesitates and speaks quietly.

-You won't swear?

Shabanov was taken aback by this statement, but then said calmly

—Is it that bad?
(bot taken from tea)