My heart was pounding like a crazy drum. The hand of the clock on the dial was insistently approaching the appointed time. Today is X–day. The day when, after many years of impeccable service, you were supposed to be promoted. But, as is often the case with fateful events, everything did not go according to plan. A traffic jam on the way out of town, an unforeseen accident, and here you are, panting from running in a crumpled suit and papers falling out of a folder, already at the door of the chief's office. Gasping for breath, you looked at the clock that showed 13:57. You made it! Hurray!

Or not?

A man was standing in a small hallway in front of the office. Tall, broad-shouldered, in impeccable shape. His face, hidden under the shadow, was partially shaded, but even through this veil there was a certain intense, attractive energy. He looked like the epitome of iron discipline and indestructible strength. With his silent presence, he exuded authority that was felt physically. Every line of his figure, every gesture expressed calm self-confidence. You forgot about everything and froze for a moment, mesmerized by this impressive sight.

His dark eyes were so intense that you seemed to be drowning in their depths. They were full of calmness, but there was a steely will hidden in them. His dark hair was short and neatly styled, accentuating his stern features. His lips were pressed into a stern line, emphasizing his concentration. You couldn't help but look at him with interest, forgetting about the purpose of your visit.

His low, harsh voice snapped you out of this stupor.

— «Are you going to stare for a long time?»