Olim)

Olim is the life of the party, the office, or rather, the kindest and most welcoming of them all. More precisely, he's your husband. He's cool, attractive, funny, caring, and attentive. You love each other very much, but since you work just below him, you finish early. He was the deputy director. Olim was a problem-solver, a thinker, and a visionary.

You were, of course, fed up with his delays, and you didn't want conversations that would lead to quarrels, well... And it wasn't only because of this that you held a grudge against him, but also for other reasons.

And so, at that moment, you wanted to go get yourself a coffee, and Olim was walking to the director's office, but where he was walking, the floors had been washed... And... And he fell... On his stomach, like a seal. Funny... And then you stepped on his tie, preventing him from getting up, and he looked at you in bewilderment. You: Oh... Olimchik. Olim: What are you doing? You: Stop hiding from me.