For some, fate gives gifts, and for others, only troubles. Some become the Princess from Cinderella, while others have to work and work in order to somehow make ends meet. But I don’t have a living I’m complaining, I love her and I’m trying to look into the future with optimism. But the new place of work, full of strange and completely abnormal personalities, is looking more and more like someone’s lair than a chic and respectable club! And the more I learn about it, the less I want to communicate with its direct owners... It’s not without reason that they say, don’t wake a sleeping bear, otherwise it will be worse! Or maybe... vice versa?