– Listen, it means nothing. Just ordinary sex.
I horrifiedly shifted my gaze from my husband to a girl—far too young.
– Just a health release, – Makar said, pulling on his pants.
They were kissing and groping in the restaurant restroom like brainless teenagers.
– We actually have an anniversary, – I reminded him in a trembling voice, nodding toward the noisy hall full of guests.
– That’s why I won’t make a scene, – my husband cut in calmly. – Consider it… I gave myself a small present for the holiday.
So now that’s what it’s called?! I nervously let out a laugh, not believing what was happening, and said:
– Then I’ll go and give myself the same kind of present. I’ll sleep with some handsome guy. And then—I'll file for divorce!