– Good afternoon.– Hello, Milana. Her beautiful plump lips were touched by a smile, somehow at the same time girlish and feminine.– Do you know my name? But I don’t know you. “My name is Marat.” Marat Vataev. I work for your father.” “And by whom?” The girl is not at all shy. Well, with her father's money and her own appearance, self-confidence is not surprising. But the authority in the voice was amusing. Baby, I work for your father. But I'm not his property. You don't understand this difference yet. It’s okay, if you’re not a fool, you’ll understand with age. – Head of Security.