No one understood how this guy in a brown jacket with a gray check could manage things so deftly.
Of course, Leonid was responsible for the jacket, took care of it and tried to protect it. He wore it only for important negotiations and meetings, on which a lot of money depended. But the better things went at Leonid's company, the more often he had to wear a jacket. It seemed to all his partners that Leonid wore it every day. This earned Leonid the nickname "jacket" in business circles.
As time passed, the jacket lost its luster. I wiped my elbows. The lapels and pockets gleamed with scuff marks. Leonid was changing too. And if at first he had been arranging the buttons a little, lately he had not been buttoning them up.
He was wearing the same jacket when he met Olya. Communication with her was easy and did not affect his well-being in any way, so he dressed like a true dandy to meet Olya. It was only after a few weeks of living together that Olya began to notice her husband's reverent attitude towards his jacket and the fact that he wore it to business meetings every day.
Olya, as the wife of a businessman, had to accompany him to dinners, where the table was more likely a place for negotiations. Leonid refused his wife nothing, went shopping with her. And even there, they seemed to be on the same wavelength. They disliked and liked the same thing. They matched each other's outfits flawlessly.