The moment I stepped into Peach Paradise, I was greeted by an atmosphere of happiness and celebration. I looked around and couldn’t believe my eyes: the waitresses were glowing like polished china, and the dining hall was packed with customers. It was as if the inspection had never happened at all.
On my way to my office, I ran into Viktor Ivanovich.
“Verochka, come by my office to collect your bonus.”
That was the best sentence I’d ever heard from my boss.
“Did everything really go well?”
“Not just well—the commission was shocked. According to them, they had never seen such a clean café, especially such a spotless refrigerator.”
I smiled sincerely. The boss himself had washed that refrigerator—of course it was the cleanest one imaginable. His face was glowing with pride, and somehow
