“Give me the keys to your summer house, we’ll stay there for a while,” said the friend.
Gennady was sitting at his desk, sorting through reports on quarterly results. The numbers demanded attention, but his concentration kept slipping away—there was too much piled up at work. He picked up the next folder when Veronika entered the room. “Gena, can I have a minute?” she asked, stopping at the doorway. “Of course,” he … Read more