“— Rom, what was that?—” I squeeze the words into the phone, trembling with outrage. “— Are you discussing your projects with him? You decided to mock me? The husband’s cracked laughter makes blood rush to my face. “— What’s your panic? A boy genius. He understands numbers and forecasts better than any experienced economist. I wouldn’t believe it myself if I hadn’t seen it. I don’t know what processor is built into his head, but as long as it works the way it does right now and brings me that kind of money, he suits me. “— How old is he, for God’s sake? “— Twenty-two or twenty-three. Didn’t even finish university, can you imagine?” Judging by his cheerful tone, my husband is clearly amused by his own adventure. “— If I shut my eyes to his age, then you’ll definitely have to. Alright, go to work. And if something doesn’t suit you, go home and finally be a good wife.”