Zhanna Masyutina realized long ago that her husband was cheating on her. There was no point in deceiving myself. What were his late, or rather early—in the morning—comings home, his eternal indifference and coldness worth? What were the photographs worth in which her husband kissed and hugged another - a fragile blond girl?.. And now this little girl was killed. Everything indicated that Masyutin was involved in the crime. He did not tolerate the betrayal of his young mistress - and took revenge. His friends thought so, the police thought so, and Zhanna thought so too. And only somewhere in the depths of her soul she was tormented by doubts: Masyutin could not kill. But is the prodigal husband worthy of having his deceived wife begin to prove it?...