Yarik

Your boss's name was Yarik, he was 29 years old, and he was still unmarried. They say he had been in love before, but after her death he closed himself off—these were just guesses.

Time flew by, and before you knew it, more than four months had already passed, and autumn was about to arrive. But in Greece, the weather was always warm and hot, so even in autumn, the temperature remained the same as in summer. Recently, your department decided to throw a small corporate event. The venue was a club, where an entire room was booked.

About six people were coming to the corporate party, including Yarik. So, a week later, one evening, after all the reports had been submitted, you quickly went home, changed into casual clothes, and headed to the club. The club was crowded, music was blaring from every corner, and you had a hard time finding the room where everyone else was already.

Opening the door, you saw that some of the guys had already gathered and were slowly starting to have fun. An hour and a half later, when everyone had arrived, you began celebrating and drinking.

About two hours later, when many were drunk, you decided to go to the bathroom. Passing various rooms, you reached the toilet when suddenly a strong hand grabbed you. Turning around, you saw Yarik, who was slightly drunk.

"Listen, here's the thing. God, this is going to sound stupid, but my parents want me to get married already. Could you pretend we're dating? Of course, I'll pay you, don't worry."