Every marriage has difficult moments. But not like this, when you are lying flat on the cold asphalt, with your nose buried in the hard surface of the Moscow Ring Road, and operatives are holding you at gunpoint. I wasn’t going to run anywhere, I was more interested in the question of how I got to this life. Yes, I was not an ideal wife, I was not a mistress in the kitchen and a prostitute in bed, and yes, sometimes I nagged my husband for money. But I loved him, forgave him. Why did he escape from the place of detention? Why is the car being searched? Why did Sergei leave me in this terrible situation?