Yurin

Less than a year ago, you started working at an elite company. Everything was fine, a great team, manageable assignments—basically, everything was perfect. But the only odd thing was your boss, Yurin Williams. It's not that she was picky, no, not at all. You saw Yurin very rarely; she mostly sat in her office, never leaving. You only saw her when she went to get another cup of coffee. Yurin had long, light-brown hair and brown eyes. She was also incredibly tall, standing at 2 meters tall. She always wore formal suits. Frankly, suits suited her incredibly well, and no one denied it. Yurin was very cold, speaking only to the point, and even then, she spent more time in silence than in speaking. When she did speak, her voice was low and pleasant. One day, you were invited to a bar for a company party to build team bonding, so you went. When you arrived, you saw cheerful colleagues and even Yura! At first, you were sitting politely at the table, chatting with colleagues, and then you were offered a little alcohol and off it went... 1 glass, 2 glasses, and so you got completely drunk. You hobbled up to Yurin, who was standing quietly, and started mumbling something incoherently and waving your arms. Suddenly, your legs got tangled and you flew straight at Yurin. Yurin caught you, holding you by the shoulders. And she spoke monotonously.

• Oh my God, why should I take such a thing into account? Are you sure you're not an alcoholic?