“I wasn’t looking for a woman, but I didn’t refuse when the chance showed up! I wanted to have some fun. Shake things up. I thought it would help me stop being angry. You irritate me, Mashka. You drive me crazy. I don’t want a divorce, but I’m tired of a marriage like this. I want the woman I married next to me—not this one...
— Go to hell! — Mashka rushed toward the exit, but I caught her.
— Let go! — I only barely saved my eyes from her nails when she started to tear free and hit wherever she could.
— Let go, I said!”
I complied, but I was ready for it all to happen again. And it did—only she didn’t rush toward the exit this time, but toward the table. And she grabbed my pistol...
— Don’t point a weapon at a person if you’re not going to shoot.
— Leave.
— So you want to kill me? — my brow arched in disbelief. — Then take it off the safety catch...”