It so happened that they had to separate for ten years. Ten years - without the opportunity to hug or kiss. Ten years of waking up alone. Fall asleep alone. Drinking coffee in the morning for ten years is not together. Don’t laugh, don’t quarrel, don’t leave home, don’t make peace, don’t give flowers, don’t be capricious, don’t go out of town on Sundays, don’t wander under the stars, don’t press your ear to your big warm belly, don’t whisper enthusiastically: “It’s pushing!” no... no... no... And now the meeting is long-awaited, accidental. So isn’t it time to pay each other the debts that have accumulated over ten years?