A woman stood on the bridge of a foreign city. She had experienced so much that it seemed that she no longer had the strength to cope with new grief. In her hand shimmered a mother-of-pearl button, secretly torn from a cloak in a boutique, like a symbol of sin, the last evidence of a purposeless and empty life. The river was golden in the rays of the setting summer sun, and the woman did not know how to survive her husband’s betrayal and what to do with her own life. And at that moment, completely unexpectedly, salvation came to her.