Arthur was, in his own way, happy—his wife, a high-paying job, a position, a career, and subordinates. But work swallowed him up, and now he constantly thought about fulfilling the plan. Arthur didn’t want affairs on the side, but he couldn’t anymore without Irina—without “the marmalade,” as he called his subordinate. Arthur thought he was the one who had tangled himself in love, but his wife also had doubts. The classic plan to break up the family was already worked out to the smallest detail. But Arthur didn’t know the main thing: this wasn’t a random chain of events—it was a carefully planned scheme, and the guilty party was… himself, while the marmalade was only an instrument. But what, then, really happened? …