Once there lived some friends. They were neither bad nor good—just the most ordinary women nearing thirty. Almost each had a family. Or a dream of one. And so it happened that, in striving to build (or rebuild) the so-called social unit, one of the women set her sights on her friend's husband. The long-known postulate “Don’t touch your friend’s man!” was cast aside without fear, without regret, and with joy. Of course—because both husband and family and material well-being, in short, the whole way of life of the lovely Marlena, gave many people no peace, provoking envy and irritation. What should the one who was betrayed twice do? What should the one who ruined the lives of those close to her do? What should the friends do, in whose ranks such an emergency has occurred?