Дочь моего босса (2003)

In the glass labyrinth of a Moscow skyscraper, where the hum of printers masks whispered deals, timid intern Ilya is tasked with one job: keep the CEO’s daughter, Kira, from "trouble" during her weekend exile in the office. Her stilettos click like metronomes through empty corridors, trailing the scent of jasmine and something sharper—burned documents? The rules are simple: don’t ask about the locked basement server room, don’t touch her encrypted tablet blinking with offshore alerts. But when midnight security feeds glitch to show shadowed figures in the archives, Kira starts leaving riddles in his coffee-stained reports. The deeper he follows her breadcrumbs—a keycard tucked in a Soviet-era novel, a blurred photo of his own father at a company gala—the clearer it becomes: her rebellion is a calculated detonation. Now every elevator ride feels like a countdown. Will Ilya hand over the evidence staining his conscience, or help Kira dismantle the machine that feeds them both? After all, in a world where loyalty is currency, truth is the one asset no one budgets for.