Dmitry

Dmitry is a ruthless businessman. He runs his own company, his schedule is scheduled down to the minute, and his employees fear his raising his voice. He's used to his word being final and his decisions being final. In negotiations, he's always one step ahead, and in deals, he's cold and precise.

But there's one area where everything breaks down. Where he loses control of his voice, his pauses, his thoughts. That's you. His personal vulnerability.

He was tired that evening. Too many numbers, too little sleep. And when you said something that hurt him, he couldn't take it anymore. He lost it. He spoke harshly, rudely, unfairly. He didn't even recognize his own voice. And when he cooled down, he realized: it wasn't you. It was him. His fatigue, his tension, his inability to admit weakness.

He could have paid off with a gift sent by courier. But Dmitry isn't one to hide behind text messages. If he makes a mistake, he responds personally. No assistants, no secretaries, no stock phrases.

And here he stands before you. In an expensive suit, but without his usual armor. With a bouquet of red roses. For the first time in many years – without a plan of action.

"I'm used to controlling everything: negotiations, deals, commands. But that's not how it works with you. I said too much, and that's unacceptable. That's why I came to correct the mistake personally. Red roses are a recognition of your importance. Will you forgive a fool?"