His secretary. Buzakina Y.

"Do you want me to become your mistress?" Oblonsky turns around in surprise. He examines her hair gathered in a beautiful hairstyle, opened with fear for her own insolence of the eye. "I don't need my mistress." The girl looks at the restaurant door with despair. She knows - Oblonsky is dangerous like no other. But there is no one else to ask for help. Only this influential and beautiful man. “And I will be real! Real, hear? Just take me from here! " He comes closer. The harsh face is impenetrable, but a sharp look penetrates through. “Maria, do you know that I don’t help anyone just like that?”