Sitting with my back to the office, the only person I can see is Vika. Her desk is opposite mine. Right now, I know, she’s working hard, as always. She’s working at something as exciting as I’m working at. I know she’s got a headache just like me. I am seriously thinking whether I should quit the job before I’ve turned into a parsnip.

If I turn slightly to the left, then I can see Genia. He’s a tall guy in glasses. He wears a pony-tail. He looks like an IT-guy, but he’s not. He makes me laugh a lot. He has a white toy mouse in his hands and is clutching it while talking on the phone to some nuclear energy engineers in Moscow or elsewhere about the volumes of subcontracting for 2009. We reported how much project documentation we are going to buy from them, and they reported how much they are going to sell us, to our parent company. Very unsurprisingly, the figures drastically varied.