A Belated Letter

The door opened and the secretary leaned into the office.

Her face looked confused and troubled.

— Oleg Borisovich, there is a visitor for you.
— Naden’ka, what kind of visitor could there be on December thirty-first? I asked not to be disturbed. Can I at least be left alone on such a day…
— I know, but there… — Naden’ka entered and shut the door behind her. — Well, this… Santa Claus.