“No, wait,” Gleb roughly grabs me by the shoulders and presses me to the wall. “Let me go, it hurts,” I’m trying to escape from the tenacious hands. - How did you find us? You don't belong here. - Is that so? Why is this? — Gleb’s eyes sparkle dangerously. - You are my wife, our children are in the room. “You know why,” photographs of Gleb with an unfamiliar blond girl in bed flash before my eyes, “I filed for divorce.” And you yourself kicked us out. - Yes, but everything has changed, and three months of reconciliation are over. Pack your things, you and the children are returning home. There will be no divorce. I had a perfect life. A loving husband, two long-awaited children, a well-equipped home. Reality was clouded only by Gleb’s long business trips. But my rose-colored glasses were shattered overnight when, instead of a gift for my children’s birthday, I received proof of my husband’s infidelity...