The young man advanced slowly. It's half past seven – he looked at his watch. I'll be late. Note to self: leave home earlier next time. It's unbelievable that everyone wants to be on the roads just now. What will they say if I'm late right on the first day…

- Attention please, I would like to announce something – the team leader stepped into the bullpen. – We'll get a new colleague today.

- Oh no, not again… - his team-mate said indignantly. – Aren't we enough already?

- You know that we've had lots of work in the past time, so the arrival of new people will be good –Sarah said. – And don't complain, rather be happy that you'll have a free evening at last.

- And we'll have to get used to the new colleague, we'll have less space… But now seriously, except that we'll have less to work, do we need this? Although I'm not that sure about less work… As I know rookies, I'm sure we'll have to correct their mistakes… - he grumbled.

- But you'll supervise their work, so they'll do that perfectly – the team leader laughed.

- No… Don't tell me I'll be his training agent… I can already see my sleepless nights in advance…

- I think that it's rather him who sees his sleepless nights… - his team-mate winked at him.

- Traffic started at last – the man sighed relieved. – Quarter to eight… If I hurry, maybe I'll get there in time. But… where shall I go? There isn't a sign anywhere, saying „FBI here". I can find it, I'm able for that. A real man doesn't need a map. I have never thought of getting one, I can find everything myself. OK, now right or left? Let's listen to our intuitions… If women say it is always right, it has to work for me as well. And based on this… right. I'll be there in no time for sure… I'll find it easily. If only I knew where I am… What is this building? Maybe I should ask someone about in which direction I should go… OK, calm down. A real man finds everything without help. But… what are these buildings again? Maybe it would be better to go back on the main road. But where did I come? And I can't even turn here. The street is too narrow. No problem, let's see where I can go back. I think I have to turn left here. OK, there surely won't be a problem. But… where am I now? And I can hardly get through this narrow street. OK, now I really can't turn. Where am I? Surely not too far from my destination. But it's ten to eight… Calm down, no reason to worry, a real man always finds the right solution. I only have to figure out how I can get back to the main road. After that, a few minutes will definitely be enough to find it. Well then… just go straight on. But… the street gets narrower… how can I go ahead? And how will I get to the Hoover Building in just a few minutes? OK, calm down. A real man always keeps calm. Remember: breath in, breath out, just stay calm. You are intelligent, you will solve this.

- I see that getting here in time isn't the greatest desire of our rookie… - the always bad-tempered agent grumbled. – I believe a little lecturing will do good to him, given he is willing to show up…

- Not as if I would want to take his part, but I'm surprised I have to remind you of your first day at the FBI – the team leader smiled, and he knew he got that perfectly, his colleague couldn't find anything to retort.

- How was your introduction at the FBI? – his tall, brown-haired colleague grinned at him from behind his desk. – How exactly did it happen? Am I right that you saw a poster on the road and while you were angry about how they could advertise an average car without any luxury, in which you would sit only if you were drugged and taken there by force, in a fashionable area of the American capital, you hit a lamppost with your car, and ended up in hospital?

- Couldn't you say it a little louder? I'm not sure everyone could hear that on the tenth floor… - the agent grumbled.

- Now why are you showing such a sour face? There is nothing to feel ashamed of, it is really funny… It's a pity I couldn't be there to experience it myself, and that I learnt about the case only a few years later, when I started working for the FBI… Thanks to our favourite team leader for that – he laughed. – If a film is made of this case, will you invite us to its first run? And if you win the Oscar, don't forget to mention me in your speech. It will be really flattering to have worked for years with a film star… - he winked at the still sour agent.

- Stop it, this isn't funny at all… - his colleague grumbled.

- Are you sure? – the brown-haired agent asked from behind his desk, looking round the room, where the whole team was laughing. – They have a different opinion…

- But really, what's this sour face for? – Sarah laughed. – The whole building learnt your name in a few moments, before you even entered it… Many people can only dream of such popularity… I hope that if you'll be a celebrated star on the sky of film, we won't have to queue for an autograph… - she winked at the man.

- Don't you really have anything else to do? – the agent said indignantly. – This FBI is a good place, that you can spend working time chatting… - he shook his head.

- Don't be that sour, life doesn't only consist of sitting at your table, being bored to death – Bianca said. – Would it be so hard to make an exception and laugh at least once?

- I envy your optimism, Bianca – the brown-haired agent said. – But I've been working with him for years and I can tell you for sure that there is no chance for this.

- One can still hope, can't they? – the woman replied.

- OK, I'll start work, and if you've had enough fun, you can join… of course, only if you don't intend to spend the whole afternoon under piles of paperwork – the morose agent replied and sat to his table; the team couldn't hold laughing back.

Five minutes left and I'm still at the same place… I'll definitely be late. The first impression won't be too pleasant… What will I say? They will surely not be too happy… Calm down, you know that a real man solves everything without any problems. Just calm down. You will get out of this, and get there. Of course, a little late…

Stan Eldridge was sitting in his office and was looking at his watch for at least the twentieth time on that morning. Where can he be? Punctuality evidently doesn't belong to his most typical characteristics… - he shook his head. He will have enough to learn at the FBI …

Then he heard a knock on the door.

- Come in! – he shouted, and a dark haired young man stepped into the office. – I thought you changed your mind and don't want to work at the FBI any more… - he said.

- No, sir… I'm sorry for being late… I got a little lost – he admitted, looking at the floor.

- All right, since this is your first day, I'll overlook this, but let it not occur any more – he stepped closer. – Stan Eldridge – he offered his hand, and the young man returned it embarrassed. He had never felt so uncomfortable before… But he was surprised to find that the man was nice to him, not being angry with him for being late.

- Now I'll introduce you to your team – Eldridge interrupted his thinking and headed towards the door, and the young man followed him.