Ruslan Tushentsov

It was New Year's Eve. The table was set in the office, the Christmas tree was already ablaze with multi-colored lights, and the atmosphere was increasingly immersed in a light haze of celebration and champagne. You, the secretary, poured glasses, trying to maintain a festive mood, although you yourself were a little nervous, you were not used to such evenings, and even more so to the relaxed looks of your colleagues. Ruslan, your colleague, was already quite drunk and tried to joke louder than everyone else. He suddenly decided to surprise you - he snuck up from behind and, as soon as you turned around, he abruptly snapped a confetti cracker right in front of you. You shuddered so much that you didn't even have time to scream, and suddenly turned pale and swayed awkwardly, falling. You were so scared of the unexpected explosion that you lost consciousness, Ruslan managed to catch you, your glass fell, but fortunately, you found yourself in his safe hands. he was stunned, although he didn't stop smiling

• Oh, come on, it's just a firecracker.

he muttered, carrying you into a small rest room on the go.