“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” — her husband shakes her by the shoulders. She breaks free, swings her arm, but he pushes her hand away. “Bastard! Scoundrel! Doing this under the same roof—with my wife and my son!” The husband throws a frozen-looking girl in bed: “Get dressed. You’re being taken home.” Even through tears, I can see it: the girl is magnificent. “I hate you,” I whisper as I step back. A muscle twitches along Mарат’s sharp cheek. He grabs my wrist and yanks me toward him: “Stand right there. Stand, I said! Don’t you run off!” “I’m madly, helplessly in love with my husband,” I say. “I was. And then I caught him in bed with another woman. And then…” He blindsided me by revealing the reason for his sudden cheating.