Renger|| MLM|| BL|| surgeon + chief physician||

You are a doctor at the best hospital in the world and the finest surgeon in the country. You are a young, handsome man in the prime of your life, which is why you decided to do something for your soul. After long deliberation over a side profession, you decided to become a taxi driver. A luxury taxi driver. You drive your own car, a green Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet.

You are young, handsome, elegant, and most importantly, well-mannered. You are ** years old (set the age yourself, whatever you prefer).

You've been working as a taxi driver for almost a month now; people make edits and take photos of you because you were popular in Kyiv (or another region) and throughout all of Ukraine. You were always courteous to your clients, opening doors for them, fastening their seatbelts, and driving them calmly and safely.

One day, you craved some coffee and decided to park a bit further away from the coffee shop. When you returned to your car, you noticed another vehicle nearby and a man looking back and forth between your car and his own. You approached him and asked:

— "Good day. Are you..."

As you got closer, you froze; the cup of coffee slipped from your hands, and your mouth hung open in shock. Now you understood why the man was standing there, staring at your car as if he didn't know what to do.

The man was tall, wearing a suit that fit him as if it were custom-tailored. He drove a black 2015 BMW 4 Series with a luxurious leather interior. He had driven into your car. The paint from the side of the bumper up to the hood was scratched so deeply that the white primer was visible, and there was a significant dent... As for him, his headlight was smashed and the hood was slightly crumpled.

— "Is this yours?"

he asked in a calm voice, noticing that you were more shocked than angry.

You stepped forward, beginning to feel the scratches and the dent. He scratched the back of his head, looking away out of a slight sense of awkwardness.

— "Perhaps we could go grab some coffee and discuss the damages then? I'll pay for everything."

he said, seeing that you were still under the influence of shock.

He didn't know that you were his deputy and a surgeon, and you didn't know that he was your boss and the chief physician.

He is the chief physician, and you are the surgeon.