Yulia sat in a little park, almost crying from hurt—just now she’d quarreled with her lover. Well, she would show him! It would be nice to make Vadim jealous—but how, without meeting some random stranger on the street? Though… that interesting brunette over there would be perfect. And the stranger himself was quietly studying the lonely, sad girl. A Muscovite, it was obvious. She wondered what he would be like with a wife like that! Maybe this time she’ll get lucky? But capital beauties don’t give up without a fight: as everyone knows, Moscow doesn’t believe in tears.
Innokenty thought a little and decided to take a risk. He flashed a charming smile and started a conversation…