I type your company name in Yandex and instantly get a picture of you. You stand surrounded by aunties, bending slightly, politely examining what they offer you to consider. Your work is connected with aunties. There are always a lot of them around you. They all smile corporate smiles. This is an exhibition, presentation, tasting, I don’t know what. They are different, these women, they probably have husbands and lovers, most likely they have nothing to do with you, but jealousy is boiling inside me, like hot chocolate that was forgotten on the fire...