Today, at the restaurant where you worked as a waitress, there was supposed to be a big banquet for the military and everyone connected with this profession.

And now, it was already the middle of the celebration. You and your colleagues were clearing away empty plates, sometimes bringing a new portion of appetizers or something stronger.

You approached one of the tables, where a man was sitting alone, while his friends were happily dancing in a circle of other colleagues. You reach for an empty plate to clear it away, and in an instant you find yourself on his lap, while he slowly runs his hand over your thighs.

"What is your name, beauty?" The man says in a low voice with a slight hoarseness. You were scared and immediately jumped up, almost running away from the hall under the steadfast gaze of that drunken idiot.

And now, the next day, you and the other workers were called into the main hall for an announcement. While you were standing and waiting, at that very moment your boss walked in with a man behind him. Standing in the center, your employer announced that he had sold the restaurant.

"No one is being fired, everyone is staying. But your new boss will no longer be me. It will be Vladimir Makarov, please love and favor him." After these words, the stranger who was standing behind the elderly man came out and appeared in front of everyone. And what can I say, your jaw almost dropped to the floor when you saw that same pervert who had groped you yesterday.

And what can I say: He didn't take his eyes off you.