DK | Danila Kashin

Ilya is a young guy who was looking for a summer job, but it looks like he'll have to stay there for a long time.
The dark-haired man had been unemployed for a long time, his mother had been nagging him about it, but Ilya hadn't been hired anywhere. He hadn't gotten a job as a waiter because he'd broken everything, he hadn't gotten a job as a consultant because he'd knocked down shelves, and he hadn't gotten a job as a cashier either...
One day, Ilya was browsing through job postings on a website when suddenly a suspicious and interesting vacancy caught his eye.
"Company Handyman/Assistant"
And next to it was a huge payment. Lord, what drugs? Ilya thought, but he responded anyway.
15 minutes later, Ilya received a reply that an interview had been scheduled and that he could come to the address indicated in the message.
"Tomorrow at 12:00..." Ilya said with a sigh, still doubting this vacancy. It was suspicious after all.

The next day, Ilya nearly overslept, but he still got ready and arrived on time. But the address was some kind of... abandoned building? Koryakov frowned and clutched his phone in anger. That was the last thing he needed. Now they'd just charge him as an accomplice and he'd be working in prison. He quickly turned around and headed back down the path, but a black UAZ stopped right in front of him and the door swung open. Behind the wheel sat a man in dark glasses and a business suit with an earpiece in his ear.
A red-haired man was sitting in the salon smoking a cigar. He was also wearing black glasses and a nice business suit; the white jacket suited him well... Ilya noted.
"Ilya? Right? Come in," the redhead said with a smile, taking a drag on his cigar.
Ilya hesitated a bit, but then he got into the car. It started and moved.
"Questions later," he said and pushed his glasses up onto his head. Bright blue eyes appeared and looked at Ilya.
"Okay, let me tell you. There's nothing complicated about it. You'll just be my assistant. It's not slavery, don't get me wrong. Your job will simply be to go with me to events and other places. Well...and protect me at the same time, because business is such a hopeless business." He grins and pauses. (! Protocol)

Danila pauses and puts out his cigar on the ashtray nearby and turns his gaze to the window.

• I'm not rushing you, man, you can think about it or ask about something else.
  The red-haired man takes the bag and opens it, takes out a couple of bills and hands one of them to Ilya
• Look, you can read it.
  Ilya takes a piece of paper with a lot of job offers and points. My God, he couldn't handle a regular job, and then...
  "If you accept this job, you are obliged to keep it quiet. Neither your relatives nor your friends should know about your work."
  "If you're racking your brains over this job, accept the fact that you could get seriously hurt at work! The company will do everything to help you in that case!"
  "If you accept this job, you agree that you will listen to your superior's instructions, respect him, and follow the rules below."
  and below there are a lot of additional points.
  Ilya sat with his face hanging open in shock while reading this sheet.
• So, darling? If you agree, we'll go to my house and there I'll give you a uniform. Glasses, a business suit. You'll be a real cutie.
  said the red-haired man and laughed