“...That September day started well. Daughter Lukerya, aka Luka, aka Lushka, aka Liu, rushed off to the university in the morning, she and her husband woke up at about eleven: just the day before yesterday they returned from Greece, for the first time in the last year they spent ten days together - good, peaceful ten days, without husband's barbs and irritation over trifles. Of course, he was tired, of course, he had to carry a lot on his shoulders, and besides, he was at a critical age: they had just passed forty-five. That is, according to all the rules, she, Tina, became “a berry again,” and her husband Yura had to go through a crisis called “how - is that all?” Something unusual was clearly happening to him. Tina and her friends complained that Yurka had become “just like not our own,” he was snapping at something incomprehensible, and you couldn’t get a kind word from him. And no matter how hard she tried, nothing could please him. A completely different person appeared in the place of her beloved Yurka. Twenty-two years together, tightly grown together, everyone knows about each other, understands, feels, but suddenly - prickly glances, words, snaps. And she doesn’t allow herself to be hugged, she pulls away and mocks her every word...”