I was invited to the vacancy of the assistant commercial director, for 3 hours a day, in the vacancy nothing special, - business, knowledge of PC, etc., and then I just finished the secretary courses and entered the universe, work is needed, I was 19 years old, of course, came to an interview. A mansion in the center of Moscow, wow, carpets, gold, crystal lustres. I was invited to the office, around the elegant cutting furniture, the fireplace, I stand and look... A man of 30 years goes in, about 30. In the 1990s, wealthy people dressed out loud, he looked like an Italian mafia. I said that he was looking for an assistant - a mistress, for 3 hours a day... I immediately said that I was not happy, turned, wanted to leave, and he stood up and closed the door. Here my wild panic began, I catch the ash, I run into the window, the thunder, the glasses were filled, the man whitened, grabbed me for the hand, - we run, fucking, this is not my office!!!)))