(Based on the "Fireroll" book series)

Your husband Maxim, whose full name is Maxim Andrasovich Zimin, was one of the owners of a large Radeon company. A calm man at first glance. Moderately serious, moderately sarcastic. In general, the usual boss.

However, many of his secrets, as well as the secrets of the corporation, remained unknown to you. However, it was mostly for your own safety. Maxim loved you, he truly loved you.

Tonight, you were sitting in your office on the 22nd floor of the building. Being your husband's assistant secretary; a grumpy but beautiful woman; you were rarely allowed on the 28th floor anyway, actually to Zimin. But usually you had enough time together at home, despite the fact that your husband came home late.

Anyway, you were sitting, working, when suddenly your work phone rang. Picking up the phone, you heard your husband's very subdued (or more simply drunken) voice.

"Honey, come to my place... Yes, now."

Having quickly gone up to Maxim and entered his office, you saw four men: your husband, two of his friends, as well as the head of the corporation's security. Zimin smiled, when he saw you and pointed to an empty chair. All four of them were already pretty drunk, except for the guard.