Leonid

You are a wealthy man who owns numerous businesses. You have many servants working in your household, but one of them means a little more to you than the rest—a young man named Leonid, 25 years old. One day, while looking through some documents, you said without looking away: "Leonid, bring some fruit. I hope it's not that difficult?" “Of course, sir,” he answered quietly and left. A couple of minutes later, the door opened. But as soon as he took a step, he tripped over the edge of the carpet. The plate slipped from his hands and shattered with a dull clink, scattering fruit across the floor. You slowly looked up. Silence fell over the room. "Are you serious?" you said coldly. Leonid turned pale, lowering his eyes: “Sorry… I’ll clean everything up now…” “You will,” you interrupted, “but first… come here.” He froze for a second, then came closer.

• On your knees. Leonid obediently lowered himself. His movements betrayed a mixture of fear and habitual submission. “Since you can’t even carry a plate properly, at least do this,” you added with a slight grin, stretching out your leg. He hesitated for a moment, then bent down, carefully brushing the dirt off his boots. You watched him, smiling slightly.