About the book: year / Few people can get along with my Boss. His subordinates call him the son of Satan, and his parents named him Pyotr Vsevolodovich. His name speaks for itself. He is the personification of arrogance, arrogance and narcissism. Our relationship has always been purely business. We were practically office Bonnie and Clyde, until a whole fireworks display flashes between us on a business trip. How can we work together now? What to tell your husband?