- You didn't tell him?
- What could I say? Tatyana threw up her hands, sincerely indignant. “As if I knew anything about this stupid quest of yours!”
- Why stupid? Sergei was no less sincerely surprised.
“Because we will never find ourselves a new CIO! - Tatyana, as usual, began to blush with indignation. - You both went on promotion, and you lower all candidates on the brakes!
- And why does it bother you?
"I'm the HR director, that's why!"
“Wait… I got it!” Sergei smiled like a child. - Your bonus is on fire, right? Exactly, the end of the year is coming soon, KPIs will be counted, and one of your key positions is empty - CIO.
Tatyana, obviously experiencing a mixture of at least two feelings, performed some kind of calming exercise - she took a deep breath, held the air in her lungs for several seconds, but, feeling that she began to blush even more from lack of air, exhaled noisily. Sergey, as best he could, drove a smile from his face, watching the breathing exercises.
“Sergey…” Tatiana began.
- Okay, you will have an IT director. Sergey said seriously. - Is the candidate decent?
- Yes. - in the voice of Tatyana, notes of hope sounded. “Here, I brought my resume!”
The excitement of the upcoming discharge of a dangerous career situation made itself felt - Tatyana's hands trembled, and, according to the standard scenario, all their contents collapsed noisily to the floor. Sergey rushed to help, almost bumping his forehead with Tatyana's head, and also blushed a little.
- So ... - continuing to squat, studied the summary of Sergei. - Something familiar ... What kind of plant?
— I worked there. Tatyana said quietly, looking away. - I know this man. This... He... How to say something...
- Husband?
- No!
— Lover?
- What?! Tatyana stood up so abruptly that she staggered as the blood rushed to her head. Or maybe it wasn't the blood that rushed into her neat, pretty head.
— So who? - Sergey also got up and looked into Tatiana's eyes.
- You tell me ... - Tatyana babbled, swallowing air and words. - The interrogation was decided ... Arranged ...
- Of course not. I just want to understand your motivation. And help. If you don't want to, don't tell. I am the grave, you know.
- Yes. - Tatyana sat down on a chair, leaned her elbows on the table with both hands and grabbed her head with her palms, tousling her hair. - All right, Sergey. Although... in general...
"Let me guess, he's kind of dear to you." Sergey sat down on a chair next to him. – And you really want this guy… Stop, I didn’t pay attention… Is this a guy?
“Yes… What?! - sparks almost fell from Tatyana's eyes. - What are you implying?
— Nothing. - Sergei, just in case, leaned back a little along with the chair, which emitted an unpleasant creak. - You never know, sister, or aunt. What did you think?
- Nothing. Tatyana hissed angrily. Will you help or not?
- Certainly. Just let the standard procedure go through. So that no one would guess anything. Do you agree?
- Certainly! Tatyana smiled uncertainly. - So, I invite him?
Sergey never ceased to be surprised at how quickly the mood of this girl changed. During the conversation - and this is several minutes - she was thrown from a spark of hope into the abyss of despair, from burning hatred to sincere sympathy, from hissing anger to uncontrollable, breathless joy. Either the actress is good, or emotional lability (it seems to be called that), or ... No, the stomach seems to be invisible, and at dinner in the kitchen she eats borscht, and not strawberries with smoked bacon in a bite.
- Invite. Where is he? Far? Can you drive today?
- Yes, he ... - Tatiana was a little embarrassed. - Here already, in the parking lot, sitting in the car.
- Okay, now ... - Sergey took a resume from the table, found a phone number, dialed. – Hello! Eugene? Hello, my name is Sergey Ivanov, development director of Kub company. Tatyana, HR director... Well, you know... In short, I gave you your resume, and I agree to consider you... Not in the sense of using a microscope... In general, come in, stop shaking in the car. There, ask the office manager how to find Sergey, I'm the only one here. The password on the watch is Starfleet. Yes, you don't need a passport, just name the password. Everything, I'm waiting.
- Sergey, why did you call yourself? Tatyana asked tensely.
“Because I know you, Tatyana. Especially since you are… well, interested in the result. You start smearing snot, oh my Zhenechka, you just behave yourself, don’t pay attention to this fool ... I promised you that I would take him to work. Of course, if he is not an outright jerk. The CIO should at least differ from the rest in some way.
- I'd rather not ask. Tatyana answered with a tired smile. - I, as I understand it, are forbidden to participate?
Yes, it's forbidden. Although, did you manage to tell him anyway?
- I said that there is nothing to tell, because I do not know anything.
- OK. - Sergei conciliatory raised his hands. - That's it, Tatyana, goodbye. See you in a couple of hours.
Tatyana left the office. Sergei, without wasting time, once again quickly ran his eyes over the resume. Nothing suspicious - an ordinary, useless, giving nothing and especially not interfering CIO. Sergey had long wanted to replace this position with a cardboard fool - as before they put painted traffic cops on the roads. Cheap, does not ask for food, costs for years, but the people are still scared. The benefits, perhaps, will be even greater than from a living person in this position.
Sergei's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. After an invitation to enter the office, the same Evgeny appeared - quite young, in a decent suit, with his hair styled (for which he immediately received a minus in karma from Sergey), and, of course, with a friendly smile on his face. Probably, she took smile courses somewhere, it was painfully perfect - moderately wide, but without a distortion of her face, demonstrating disposition, but not to the point of a puppy squeal, with dignity. Oh those managers.
— Hello. - Sergey said, breaking into a smile - not because of etiquette, it was just too painful for the guy to be smooth, pleasant and stylish, like an iPhone.
- Good morning. Eugene replied calmly and pointed to a chair. - Allow me?
- Yes of course.
“Sergei, I am grateful to you for this,” Evgeny began. - What…
- Blah blah blah. Sergey interrupted. - Eugene, let's not molasses. I agreed to see you for one reason - Tatiana recommended. She is my old friend and I trust her judgment. Your resume is crap. In the stream of the same shit that comes every day to the HR mail, I would not have noticed you. But now you've been hired, with a trial period of one day. However, you will have to pass a test.
— Test? - Eugene was almost taken aback. - For knowledge?
I won't tell you what the test is for. You will not need to fill out paperwork, answer questions, etc. You will need to work as an IT director of the Cube company for a couple of hours. Solve real problems, show yourself from different angles. Only I know the criteria for passing the test, so you will not receive recommendations on behavior from anyone, even from Tatyana. You just work as best you can, and I'll watch. Do you agree?
- What kind of tasks? Eugene squinted suspiciously.
- Various kinds. Sergei repeated. – The usual IT director tasks that you have already solved many times. Come to your workplace.
Sergei resolutely got up and went to the exit. Eugene, after a moment's hesitation, got up and followed. After walking a couple of meters along the corridor, Sergei entered an empty conference room, looked around, and pointed to a chair in the middle of a long table.
- Here is your workplace, sit down. So the rules are simple. You are the new CIO of the company. I will now go and announce to everyone that a miracle has happened, and now the problems associated with information technology will be solved again. Also, I will point out where you can be found. There is a chance that colleagues with tasks will come to you. Next - figure it out yourself.
“Is there a chance that no one will come?” - Eugene asked, sitting at the table.
- Eat. Sergei nodded. But don't rely too much on it. Well, that's all for now.
And Sergey quickly disappeared from the meeting room. Eugene fiddled a little with his briefcase, deciding where to attach it, and eventually placed it on a nearby chair. A few minutes later the door opened and a woman entered.
- Hello. she said dryly. – My name is Valeria, chief accountant. Are you the new head of the IT department?
— CIO, to be exact. – for some reason corrected Eugene. - Sit down, Valeria, let's get acquainted!
“Well, I don’t need to get to know you. - Valeria snarled, continuing to stand near the door.
Eugene was a little confused and fell silent. Valeria, as luck would have it, was also silent, looking the CIO straight in the eyes. Finally, when the pause began to drag on, Eugene decided to try again.
“Valeria…” he began. - How can I help you? Given the fact that I work in your company for a few minutes.
“Yes, you won’t be able to help me in a year. - continued to pour poison chief accountant. - This idiot who worked before you, Seryozha, our sun and moon, also could not help us in any way. All of you are idiots, all you can do is to nod at accountants and say that they are hand-me-downs who do not know how to do elementary operations.
“I…” Eugene smiled. – Valeria, I understand that you have a negative attitude towards the IT department, formed by the practice of communicating with programmers. I assure you, I understand you perfectly. But it will be different with me, I can find a common language with business users of the highest rank.
“Evona, how…” Valeria drawled. - Come on, find a common language with me.
Valeria went around the table and sat down opposite Eugene.
Your program is not working. - Valeria quoted several thousand accountants at once.
What exactly doesn't work? And what program? - Eugene's tone expressed a sincere desire to help.
“Am I supposed to explain to you which program doesn’t work?” the chief accountant suddenly exclaimed. I am an accountant, not a programmer! You are the programmer! You must know which program is not working!
- There is a theory that there are errors in any, even the simplest program. Evgeny answered uncertainly. - You understand, Valeria, I just came. Naturally, I don't even know which software park is used in your company. How can I help with a program without even knowing its name?
"So you won't help?" Valeria smiled wickedly.
- Yes. Stop... Wait... I'll help, of course!
- So help! Your program is not working!
- What exactly is the program?
“It’s starting…” Valeria leaned back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest. - All that can be achieved from IT people is a bunch of questions. What program, and where is the error, and how to reproduce it, why are you doing this at all, and what is written in the accounting policy, and write me the TK, but how is it, but how is it ... Ugh!
Valeria abruptly stood up - so abruptly that the chair overturned - and resolutely moved towards the door.
Valeria, wait! - Eugene jumped up, ran to the door and leaned his back against it, preventing the chief accountant from passing through.
- Let go! - full of anger, said Valeria.
- I will help you! Well ... Damn ... You probably have 1C. Yes, definitely 1C! Would like to know the version...
Valerie grinned evilly again. She took hold of the door handle and began to pull it, trying to move the perfumed body of the CIO.
“Wait, you…” Yevgeny resisted for a few seconds, but still gave up and stepped aside.
Valeria, looking sternly in front of her, with her eyebrows knitted sternly, left the conference room. Yevgeny closed the door wearily, dragged himself to his seat and collapsed into a chair. The mood suddenly became nasty, resentment ripened in my soul, my hands trembled, my eyes became a little moist, like those of a small child whose parents refused to listen, but simply sent to a corner. He stared blankly out the window, wondering if he should run.
- Hi. came from behind. - Can?
Eugene shuddered in surprise, then turned around and saw a young, incredibly pretty girl of about twenty-five. She was already standing inside the conference room, slowly closing the door behind her. A brunette in a snow-white blouse with small buttons, some of which, in the neckline area, must be buttoned up by the designer, at least in the office. The image was perfectly complemented by a tight black knee-length skirt and graceful glasses in a thick black frame.
The stranger, without waiting for an invitation, walked past Yevgeny, fanning him with a light aroma of unknown perfumes, and sat down next to him. She was so close that the CIO could see his reflection in his lenses. The girl slowly turned to Yevgeny, lightly touching his leg with her knees, and smiled gently.
- Let's get acquainted? she asked. - My name is Zhenya. And you?
“Ahhh…” the IT director was confused. - This is ... Eugene.
What a coincidence...
The girl's voice seemed unreal, as if it sounded right in Evgeny's head, like music from high-quality in-ear headphones. Confident, and at the same time - sincerely confused, with notes of healthy arrogance, and at the same time - with a fair amount of shyness, unfamiliar, but as if heard for many years in a row. Eugene was unable to move, as if he was afraid to destroy this unusual, accidentally formed in his life, but such a wonderful moment. He didn’t even move his foot away, continuing to feel the light and pleasant pressure of the girl’s knees.
“Listen, Zhenya…” the girl continued. “I am very glad that you, exactly you, will work for us. I think we will succeed. I can feel it.
Saying this, the girl raised her head up, demonstrating an incredibly beautiful, as it seemed to Eugene, neck. Not obeying the mind, his gaze slid lower, along the slightly stretched elastic skin ...
— What the hell?
Evgeny jumped in surprise, almost knocking over the heavy negotiating table. Turning around, he saw a hefty fellow, at least two meters tall and weighing perhaps one hundred and twenty kilograms. The giant's face was adorned with two scars and a nose slightly slanted to one side - a boxer, Yevgeny thought.
- What are you doing, you bastard? - the giant menacingly approached Eugene, looking straight into his eyes.
Anton, don't. Without losing her composure, Zhenya slowly got up from her chair. - We're just getting to know each other. This is the new CIO.
- Now he's getting old. Anton didn't hesitate. - He will retire immediately. Are you out of your mind, you bastard? You glue my grandmother on the first day of work. Managed to save, right?
- I ... I ... - Evgeny began.
- Buoy head! roared the kid. “Bitch, I’ll see it again, I’ll tear it up, you understand?
- Yes, sure. No, you didn’t think that ... I just ... She ...
- What? Tell her it's her fault!
- No, of course not ...
"Then you are to blame?" Anton suddenly smiled.
- No, wait...
- Why are you spinning like a worm under ultraviolet light? Written by the bazaar, so answer!
Yes, you know, it's probably my fault. - self-control began to return to Eugene. - Anton, I sincerely apologize to you for the situation I created, which allows for a double interpretation.
- So that. Anton nodded. - Jenny, let's go. Right now, and you will get it, mop ... Beloved.
- Favorite mop? Zhenya smiled. - Yes, you are a master of compliments, Mr. Zhubrak.
— Duc, eptyt. – Anton proudly drew himself up. - That's it, let's move.
And the couple, playfully pushing each other and giggling, left the conference room.
- Your mother through the yoke, fucking farce. Evgeny cursed out loud, adding a few unprintable nouns and adjectives.
He returned to his seat, nervously straightened his shirt, took off his jacket - after a heated conversation, he managed to sweat remarkably. Without hesitation, he opened the window, letting in the cold December air into the negotiation, stood for a while in the draft at the window sill, until he began to freeze.
A lot of thoughts flashed through my head, but very quickly this disparate stream turned into one, main, all-consuming idea - to run. Get out of here without looking back. I didn’t sign any documents, I didn’t make promises, no one will remember, they won’t write in my resume, they won’t spoil the recommendations. Nonsense, idiocy, a collective farm, a complete ass. This is not how Tatyana described the Cube company. But maybe you should not judge by the first day, even the first hour? Costs! It is the first day that shows what a company is! You can’t put up with this, it will only get worse.
And this one, Sergey, probably sits and chuckles. He himself ran away from this position, could not stand the load, now he sits in a large beautiful office and pretends to be engaged in development. Eugene already knew who in any company is the most useless person. The one who has the word "development" in his position. Or "quality". Also, "process".
Gotta run. Yes, immediately. Yevgeny hurriedly put on his jacket, picked up a briefcase, pulled chairs into place, and went to close the window.
- Allow me?
"Damn, why is this door so silent?" thought Eugene. Thank God, this time he did not jump in surprise, only slightly shuddered.
He turned around - a short young guy was standing in the doorway, in jeans and a casually straightened plaid shirt. His face was thickly covered with black stubble, and his narrowed eyes gazed intently at Yevgeny. Girls probably like this, while Canadian lumberjacks are in fashion.
- Hello. – the guy brazenly moved to the meeting and held out his hand for a greeting. - Stas, programmer. And you are my new boss. Eugene, right?
- Right. Eugene nodded. - Only this, Stanislav ...
- Just Stas. The guy smiled incredibly friendly.
- Okay, just Stas. I'm not sure I'll be your boss. I have not yet decided whether to work for your company or not.
- Let's discuss. - Stas said, and quickly sat down on one of the chairs.
After a little hesitation, Evgeny returned to his place - just opposite Stas. Probably, he will survive one more conversation, since he did not have time to escape unnoticed.
“I have heard a lot about you, Eugene. - Stas somehow very closely followed the gaze of the new boss. - To be honest, I'm very glad that you came to us. Even more than happy when Sergei left.
- Were you happy? Eugene frowned in disbelief. - Why?
- Yes, why? - Stas exclaimed, as if the new boss knew the history of the glorious IT department of the Kub company. Yes, because he's an idiot! Didn't you notice?
“To be honest…” Evgeny began, but stumbled. - So far I have not formed an opinion.
- Come on! But this idiotic quest that you are going through, in your opinion, whose idea is it?
- Sergey, he said it himself. - Evgeny was trying to understand where the excessively active programmer was driving.
“So the funniest thing is that no one gives a shit about the results of this quest!” - Stas, pleased with himself, leaned back in his chair. - I was just in the personnel department - an order was given to hire you.
“Stop…” Eugene shook his head incomprehensibly. “Then what is all this for?”
Yes, because he's an idiot! So sick that sometimes it’s easier to follow his lead than to argue and prove. Even the owner is easier.
- Wait, Stas...
- You can use "you".
- Wait a minute, Stas... If no one cares, and Sergei, in your words, well...
- Camp moron.
“It doesn’t matter… Why are they holding him?”
- Oh-oh-oh-oh ... - Stas drawled quite. - That's a very good question! Ninety-nine percent of the people in the company will happily discuss it if you ask.
- Well, anyway.
- Don't know. - Stas shrugged his shoulders and smiled so sincerely that Eugene could not help himself, and smiled back. – Once upon a time, a damn cloud of years ago, we did a couple of cool projects with him. He, for this, became an IT director. Well, that's all, in fact, here his tower was torn off. I wouldn't be surprised if he goes to a shrink. And if you don't, then it's time to start.
- What exactly started? Eugene also leaned back in his chair and relaxed a little.
- All sorts of crap. After those projects, he, in fact, did nothing more. He walks more and more, whining that all around are goats, and he alone is D'Artagnan. I read a lot of smart books - moreover, he specifically chooses those that no one will ever take into his hands. And then he flaunts, like I know a bunch of techniques, and I can improve any process, and even increase the profit of the entire company.
- But in reality? Maybe?
- Who checked it? He only says that he can, and the rest cannot. And somehow this conversation ends. Who, in reality, will let him into something serious? So he sits, that is, he sat, in the IT department and squealed from there that everything was somehow wrong and wrong.
— Wait a minute, Stas… And why did he become a development director then?
Have you heard of the Peter Principle?
- Yes. Wait... Is this about the fact that the work takes up all the time allotted for it?
No, it's Parkinson's law. Peter's principle, I don't remember it verbatim, but it's sort of like this: a person climbs the career ladder until he reaches the point of his incompetence.
“Yes, I heard something…” Yevgeny nodded. - And how does this apply to Sergei?
- How? Stas was genuinely surprised. - Well, he was simply thrust into this position so that he crap there, and he could be safely thrown out! If at the very least he coped with the work of an IT director, because he was sitting on my neck, now he is naked like a falcon. He has no subordinates, no one listens to him, no one gives a shit about development projects. He's almost outside. Director of Development from him - none, zero. He has reached the level of his incompetence. In fact, they helped him do it. And his days are numbered.
“Hmm…” Eugene frowned, but after a couple of seconds he suddenly smiled. - Got it. Thanks, Stas!
- You're welcome! Tomorrow, I hope, it's already normal, let's talk in detail? And then we have a complete ass. This freak dumped everything and threw it all on me alone. He doesn't even say hello now, you bastard.
- Yes, of course, tomorrow, Stas. Eugene stood up and held out his hand. - I'm not like that, I'm a business man. I can even program. Let's work together!
- Certainly! - Stas happily shook the boss's hand, and with a decisive step moved towards the door.
Having reached the door, he turned around, once again smiled very broadly, and went out into the corridor. Eugene smiled. The situation took a completely different turn. Let's see who escapes who...
Suddenly the phone rang. The number seemed familiar, but it was not in the contacts. Eugene picked up the phone - it was Sergey.
- Eugene, in fact, that's all. Sergey said. - Let's go to my office in five minutes. Can you find a way?
- Yes, it's around here, sort of.
- Ok. I'm waiting!
Yevgeny hurriedly picked up his briefcase, straightened his jacket, smoothed his hair with his hand and, having nothing to do, began to walk up and down the conference room. The minutes dragged on for a long time, but I didn’t want to kill time with my smartphone, so as not to bring down the right mood.
Finally, five minutes passed, and Evgeny went out into the corridor. Having reached the door of Sergei, he knocked confidently and, having heard the invitation, went inside.
Inside, besides the stupid development director, there was Tatyana. Yevgeny smiled at her affably, but in response, for some reason he did not understand, he received only furrowed eyebrows and a sharp look.
- So, Tatyana, it's time for you. Sergei pointed to the door. We'll talk further without you.
Sergey, do you understand me? Tatyana asked sternly.
- Yes, don't worry. Do not want as you want.
- Fine. - It was clear that Tatyana doubted Sergei's answer, but Evgeny's presence probably did not allow her to speak openly.
Tatyana, slowly, left the office. Evgeny, without waiting for an invitation, flopped down on a chair, collapsed in it in a businesslike way, unbuttoned his jacket and stared intently, without embarrassment, straight into Sergei's eyes.
- Well, what is the result? Evgeny asked.
- Horrible. Sergei smiled. - Actually, as always.
- In terms of? The candidate suddenly turned serious and sat up straight. - What's terrible?
You did terribly on the test. Even worse than the other candidates. Sergei continued to smile. - But, nevertheless, regardless of the results, you will be hired by our company.
For several seconds, Evgeny looked at Sergei attentively, trying to understand the reason for his smile. If the test means nothing, and Sergey knows this, then why is he blooming like a May rose? Although ... If he really is that, ku-ku, then the smile may not be connected at all with what is happening around.
Satisfied with this explanation, Eugene again relaxed and broke into a satisfied smile.
- Actually, that's all. Sergei summed it up. - Next to you ...
“Wait a minute…” Yevgeny interrupted him, raising his hand. Could you explain the meaning of this test of yours?
“Hmm, I thought don’t ask… Okay. What do you think was going on in the conference room while you were sitting there?
- Well, as I understand it, people came to me with tasks, with sore problems that no one ... Well, until there was an IT director, no one solved it.
- No. They came to you with games.
- What games?
— With corporate.
- Didn't understand…
- Well, how ... There is work, but there is a game. The higher the position, the more games. The CIO often gets a lot of games, because the position is such that you need to really interact with almost all departments. So I wanted to see how you deal with these games.
- And How?
- No way. Sergei shrugged. You started playing with them.
- In terms of?
- Well, Valeria, our chief accountant, came to you and played her favorite game of her profession - "your program does not work." Do you understand the inadequacy of this statement?
- Certainly. Eugene nodded without hesitation.
And she understands. And everyone understands. The game has three development options. First, you play and you lose. The chief accountant convinces everyone that you are a loshara, and you can hang any crap on you, and you will swallow it and perform it. This happens very often. The second option is you play and win. You convince everyone else that the chief accountant is an inadequate fool, and you are well done, because you brought her to clean water.
- What about the third option? - Evgeny asked when Sergey suddenly fell silent.
The third option is not to play the game. The best scenario, especially for the CIO.
How is it not to play the game? Eugene wondered. – What does it look like in practice?
- In practice, this is a quick departure, or withdrawal to the side. Like in aikido. You move away, and the attacker simply flies in the direction where he sent the energy. Or - a conscious direction of the game past oneself. Well, the last option is to abruptly end the game. You could do this with Stas, for example.
- In terms of? Eugene rolled his eyes in shock.
- Well, he came to you to tell you what an idiot I am?
- I…
— Yes, I know. Sergey waved his hand. “Not in detail, but I know. I came up with all the roles, words and scripts for the game myself. You didn't think it was time for me to see a shrink, did you?
- No, of course ... - Evgeny was covered with perspiration. - And in general, this Stas ...
- Be careful! Sergei cut him off. - First, you have to work with him. Second, you're trying to play with me right now. I do not advise.
- No, of course not ... I just wanted to say that he is an interesting guy.
We are all interesting here. Sergei shrugged. - You, I think ...
Suddenly, Sergey's smartphone, which was lying on the table, vibrated. After apologizing, he quickly grabbed the phone, read the message, and suddenly smiled broadly. After a little more digging into the smartphone, he put it back on the table.
“So…” Sergei continued. - Take my advice. I came up here from the bottom. I came here as a programmer, then I became an IT director, now I am a deputy. general for development. The third person in the company. Do you know what is the secret of my success?
- Don't play games?
“It is rather a necessary condition for success. There is a more precise wording - I do not play other people's games, but start my own. Your own game is much better, especially if you play it alone.
“That is, how is it… One…
- So like this. You do what no one does. You carry out development projects that no one else has time for. You study business literature while the rest of you read all sorts of nonsense on the Internet. Even, damn it, you ask for a raise in your salary, while the rest are shy. Have you heard about such a technique - a career rush?
- No, to be honest...
Well, read at your leisure. Just don't use it here - everyone knows about it.
- Good.
- Here you go. When you start a game in which only you are alone, you will never lose. You can only not win, but it's not scary. Actually, this is the whole secret.
Eugene was silent, thinking about something intensely. Sergey, having nothing to do, reached for his smartphone, when suddenly he seemed to remember something.
“Yes, Eugene…” he began. - There is one news, I don’t know how you will react. They just wrote to me that Tatyana ... In general, she will be fired soon.
How will they get fired? Eugene rolled his eyes.
- So like this. Sergei shrugged. - She can’t cope, I probably don’t know ... I’m not here sideways, they just warned me not to start new projects with her. And given the circumstances, I decided to let you know. This will eventually influence your decision.
Eugene was silent. His gaze quickly ran around the office, his expression was extremely tense and concentrated, when suddenly ... He smiled.
- What? Sergey asked, narrowing his eyes. - Will it affect it, anyway?
- Yes. - Yevgeny's tension, suddenly, as if removed by hand. “I would love to work for your company.
“So this is…” Sergey frowned. - You and her, as I understand it ... Are familiar ... It seems, even personally.
- So what? Eugene shrugged. - I ... You know, Sergey ... I'm even glad that it happened.
- Почему?
- Well ... I don’t know how to say ... Tatyana, she, in general ...
- What?
- Well ... Let's just say ... I do not have the same feelings for her that she does for me.
“Does she know about it?”
- Of course not, what are you.
So how is it "no, of course"? You are pretty to the girl, but she is not to you, but you tell her that you reciprocate?
“Well, it’s getting more complicated there… I… How should I put it…”
- Okay, I understand. - Sergey interrupted the torment of his new colleague. - It's deeply personal, and between us there is not that level of trust to tell. I respect your right and do not demand anything.
- Thank you. Eugene breathed a sigh of relief. - I'm so tired, to be honest, from your ... Ie. games you host...
Well, because you played them. - Sergei stood up, showing with all his appearance that it was time for Yevgeny. - And if they didn’t play, they would be fresh as a cucumber. Okay Eugene...
- Yes, yes ... - Yevgeny hastily jumped up, picked up the briefcase and held out his hand to Sergei.
Take a break from games, if possible. Sergey said with a strange smile. But remember that the games never end. At any moment it is important to understand whether you are in the game or not, and in whose. Fine?
- Yes, sure. Eugene nodded. - Till tomorrow?
- Yes, see you tommorow. If anything changes, I'll call.
- In terms of? The smile disappeared from Eugene's face.
— Standard phrase, do not pay attention.
- Oh good!
Eugene left the office, and Sergei returned to the table. He picked up his smartphone and brought it to his ear.
- Tatyana, are you here? Ah, well… Yes… Don’t cry, damn it… I told you, but you didn’t believe… No, I won’t come, I’m afraid of women’s tears… Ah, I don’t know…. What do you think, to take it?.. No, I wouldn’t take it, it’s too stupid and simple, just for your sake… Ah, well, decide for yourself… Exactly?.. Well, okay. Call yourself? .. I can, of course. Not now, but in a couple of hours. I will say that the general shaved off .... All right, come to your senses, we have to work.
Sergey carelessly threw the smartphone on the table, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and sang softly:
Hey! I'm a villain for them
Knower of the secret
Of base passions
Beggars and kings.
I was a violinist
My talent is my cross
Life and bow
I played with fire!
Having finished singing, he smiled to himself, jumped out of his chair, and with an energetic gait moved into the corridor.
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