Thoughts about this woman shattered the mind. It was easier to kill her than to make her yours; easier to curse her than to understand her. Watching the club owner, Arina Balovantseva, Valera—the personal secretary she employed—felt that near her one had to be a hero: noble, generous, brave. Or else not be one at all—leave Arina’s orbit. But how to leave, if around her life becomes bright and meaningful? And how to admit that you, a man, are not only not a hero—you lose to her in every possible way?! Envy. Envy in Valera’s soul grew and grew. He wanted to prove that Balovantseva wasn’t so great, that her grandeur was only PR. And then, one day, that opportunity presented itself.