Pain Threshold

I held the certificate of divorce in my hands. My divorce from Karmanov! I am no longer his wife! And my surname is maiden again—Loginova… Olga Igorovna Loginova!

I was shaking. Shaking from emotions… good or bad, I still didn’t understand. Getting divorced from Karmanov had been my biggest dream. An impossible dream. How many times I asked him to let me go, and how many times he said that only death could separate us.

— Glad?.. his voice came from very close, and a heady scent wrapped me.

— How did you manage? Did you make him—under torture?..

— I can be very convincing, — his hot breath burned my temple.

— Why? — I asked quietly, turning my head away. From his closeness, a chill ran over my skin.

— I just felt like it…

The plot is based on real events.