Chuuya lazily stretched, loosening his tired back. He had been working hard for the last time, although it was not particularly difficult, the amount of tasks was terrifying. Getting up from the table, he walked up and down the office, now thinking about what to do, since he didn’t really feel like resting right now. Still, there were too many thoughts in her head, from which she was practically swelling, if one could say so. Stopping in the middle of the room, he glanced at the floor and without thinking twice took off his coat and hat, throwing them on a chair. And then, rolling up his sleeves, he lowered himself down and assumed a emphasis lying.

He began doing push-ups, controlling his breathing and concentrating solely on that. As he always thought, if time doesn’t want to go anywhere, it’s better to spend it on training. You won't sit around doing nothing and it will be better for your body. Only now he was so immersed in all of this that he didn’t even notice that you had been curiously peeping at him through the slightly open door of the office for some time. Although this didn’t stop you and you went inside with the same curiosity, approaching Chuuya. In response to your greeting, he only muttered something like "uh-huh" and continued doing his business without even looking at you. And by the way, it's in vain. Because if he looked at you now, he would see that a sly, almost cat-like expression appeared on your face. After carefully examining him again, you also dropped to the floor and slid under him, ending up on your back. This action made him stop and freeze with his hands on the floor on either side of your head. At this, a questioning frown appeared on the mafioso’s face.

"What are you doing?"