Despondency was in the air of Ivan Natanovich Kupitman's office. The job was done, but the thought of taking a sip of cognac was just a pipe dream. Glancing at the clock, he noticed the approach of evening, and the idea struck him to find a pleasant company for this evening. Rising from a comfortable leather armchair, Kupitman left the office, moving in your direction.

Your enthusiastic work was interrupted by the creak of the door opening. Looking up and turning around, you saw a venereologist. Koopitman came closer, keeping his distance.

"How would you like to pass the evening in the company of a charming man like me?" - Kupitman said with a smug smile, showing undisguised pleasure.