Olga, as in a well-known anecdote, suddenly returned home and saw an unpleasant scene in the bedroom: her husband Viktor was hiding behind the curtain, while his full and not-so-attractive lover Valya was peeking out from under the blanket. Later Olga learned that the lover’s name was Valentina, but in that moment slippers, a pillow, and even a bedside lamp flew toward the couple—whatever was at hand. Throwing her husband and his beloved down the stairs, Olga hoped never to see them again. She could hardly imagine that in a few days she would be accused first of beating Viktor, and then of murdering Valentina—despite the fact that she committed neither one nor the other.