I made my way to the apartment like a partisan, quietly and on tiptoe, clutching a machine gun to my chest. Joke. In my case, I could only throw tomatoes at my enemies. “Here is the mistress,” a man’s voice came from the corridor. Male?!! Is there a burglar at my house?! - You can’t kill me! — I warned, snatching a long cucumber from the bag. - I have a mother, okay? “I see,” he grinned, looking at me with clear blue eyes. Just a girl's dream come true! Maybe my chance for carnal joys is not lost yet? - Don't be afraid. Of course, what's there to be afraid of? We live in Russia, and we read crime news to our children at night instead of fairy tales. And in general, there is little that can scare a woman after her second divorce!