\u2014 \u201cYou always knew I wasn\u2019t a prize!\u201d \u2014 Viktor threw his keys onto the dresser. \u2014 \u201cBut right now you\u2019re just being hysterical!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cHysterical?\u201d \u2014 Marina pressed a palm to her chest. \u2014 \u201cI\u2019m hysterical when your Svetka called me herself?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cWhat Svetka? What are you even talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
Viktor was terrified that his secret had come out. Panic shot through his mind \u2014 how could Svetlana be so foolish? They\u2019d agreed to keep quiet!<\/p>\n
Three months earlier, Viktor met Svetlana at the caf\u00e9 Old Square on Tverskaya. He\u2019d stopped in for a bite after a planning meeting, and she was sitting alone by the window, stirring a cooling coffee.<\/p>\n
His heart skipped \u2014 the same smile, the same eyes. Time seemed to stop, and he was twenty again, unable to take his eyes off the most beautiful girl in the class.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cIs this seat taken?\u201d \u2014 he nodded at the chair opposite.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cVitya?\u201d \u2014 she looked up. \u2014 \u201cWell, would you look at that, how many years!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s aged,\u201d flashed through Svetlana\u2019s mind. \u201cBut still the same charming scoundrel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cFive, to be exact. Since Masha\u2019s graduation party.\u201d<\/p>\n
Masha \u2014 their mutual goddaughter, the daughter of a classmate who had stubbornly tried to reconcile them back in the day.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cIs your daughter married already?\u201d<\/p>\n
She spoke of Viktor\u2019s daughter evenly, without much warmth \u2014 they\u2019d seen each other only a few times at group events.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cFor a year now. And your son?\u201d<\/p>\n
Viktor asked about Andrey with cautious tenderness. In his youth he had dreamed that he and Svetlana would marry and her son would be like his own.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cThe army,\u201d \u2014 Svetlana looked away. \u2014 \u201cAndrey doesn\u2019t write at all\u2026 My husband says that\u2019s how it should be.\u201d<\/p>\n
At the mention of her husband, Viktor felt a stab of old jealousy. Igor \u2014 the same old bore who had stolen Svetka from him.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cYour Igor has always been\u2026 particular.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never loved him,\u201d Viktor thought. \u201cAnd I knew it. So why did you marry him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t start,\u201d \u2014 she smirked. \u2014 \u201cBetter tell me about yourself. How\u2019s Marina?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cWork, home, waiting on grandkids,\u201d \u2014 Viktor shrugged. \u2014 \u201cAn ordinary life for ordinary people.\u201d<\/p>\n
He talked about the routine, about how sick he was of a measured life, how he longed for something bright. He said it to draw out sympathy, to hint at dissatisfaction with his marriage.<\/p>\n
Their meetings became regular. Caf\u00e9s, walks, then a friend\u2019s apartment \u2014 Kolya the bachelor, who lent his keys without questions. They both understood what they were doing, but pretended it was just friendly meet-ups.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cWhy are we doing this?\u201d \u2014 Svetlana buttoned her blouse.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s still the same egoist,\u201d she thought of Viktor. \u201cAnd Igor\u2026 God, when was the last time I actually wanted to go home to my husband?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cWhat\u2019s the big deal? Two adults, we\u2019re not hurting anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Viktor saw nothing objectionable \u2014 they were just filling what was lacking in their marriages. No obligations, no one would get hurt.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cYou have a wife, I have a husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cSo what?\u201d \u2014 Viktor lit a cigarette. \u2014 \u201cThey won\u2019t find out. You\u2019re not the type to blab.\u201d<\/p>\n
A thought of Marina flickered \u2014 how would she take it if she found out? But he quickly drove the doubt away. She wouldn\u2019t. Why make a tragedy out of nothing?<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cOf course,\u201d \u2014 she picked up her bag. \u2014 \u201cI have to go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cSvetka,\u201d \u2014 he caught her by the hand. \u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t stress. Everything\u2019s under control.\u201d<\/p>\n
He wanted to convince her they were being reasonable. Adults had a right to happiness, even secret.<\/p>\n
Svetlana kissed him and left. Viktor stayed by the window, smoking. Seeing Svetlana had brought the taste of life back to him. Finally, something interesting in this predictable routine.<\/p>\n
Svetlana\u2019s husband, Igor, came home earlier than usual. His wife was making dinner, humming to herself.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cSomeone\u2019s cheerful,\u201d \u2014 he tossed his briefcase down.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cI\u2019m in a good mood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cI can see that. Run into someone?\u201d<\/p>\n
There was suspicion in his voice.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cWhat?\u201d \u2014 she turned around.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t panic,\u201d ran through her head. \u201cAnswer calmly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cI asked if you met someone. Some girlfriend?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cYeah, I saw Lenka,\u201d \u2014 Svetlana turned back to the stove.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cLenka\u2019s on a business trip,\u201d \u2014 Igor narrowed his eyes. \u2014 \u201cI spoke to her an hour ago. She\u2019s in Moscow.\u201d<\/p>\n
A cold wave of fear washed down her back. \u201cHow could I be so stupid? I should have thought before lying!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cI must have mixed it up\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
She said it out of confusion, unable to think of anything better.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cMust have,\u201d \u2014 he walked into the living room. \u2014 \u201cI won\u2019t be having dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
Igor skipped dinner because he felt a growing chill of suspicion inside. His wife was lying. Which meant there was something to hide.<\/p>\n
In the morning Viktor put on his jacket and said to his wife:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cMarina, I\u2019m off to a planning meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cOn a Saturday?\u201d \u2014 she came out of the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cQuarterly report, you know how it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cI know,\u201d \u2014 Marina nodded. \u2014 \u201cClean shirt\u2019s in the closet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Their daughter came out of her room \u2014 she\u2019d moved out a couple of years ago but often visited:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cDad, can you give me a lift downtown?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cNot today, sunshine. I\u2019ve got things to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cYou always have things to do,\u201d \u2014 Nadia pouted. \u2014 \u201cMom, what about you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIndeed, he always has things to do,\u201d Marina thought, without much bitterness. \u201cAnd I, like a fool, keep understanding and forgiving.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cLet\u2019s go,\u201d \u2014 Marina grabbed the keys. \u2014 \u201cWe\u2019ll swing by the store. Dad\u2019s busy; the quarterly report matters more than family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t start,\u201d \u2014 Viktor kissed his wife on the cheek. \u2014 \u201cWe\u2019ll talk tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
He\u2019d wanted to say something conciliatory in the evening, buy flowers. He snapped back only because Marina had hit the mark \u2014 work had really become his excuse.<\/p>\n
After some time, Svetlana sat in her car, drumming her fingers on the wheel.<\/p>\n
Igor had been asking more and more questions, checking her words. This couldn\u2019t go on.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cYou\u2019re late,\u201d \u2014 she didn\u2019t look at Viktor.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cMy wife was asking questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t want to say Marina\u2019s name \u2014 it made the affair too real, too personal.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cAnd what did you tell her? Another lie?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cSvetka, what\u2019s with you?\u201d<\/p>\n
He was surprised by her sharpness. She was usually softer, more compliant.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cI can\u2019t do this anymore,\u201d \u2014 she turned to him. \u2014 \u201cIgor suspects.\u201d<\/p>\n
Panic was growing inside her. Soon everything would come out, and then what? A scandal, a divorce\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cSo what? Let him suspect.\u201d<\/p>\n
Viktor put on a brave face, but he was uneasy himself.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cEasy for you to say!\u201d \u2014 she smacked the wheel. \u2014 \u201cYou come home and Marina smiles at you! And I see the way Igor looks at me!\u201d<\/p>\n
She remembered his suspicious glances, the checks, the coldness.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cCalm down,\u201d \u2014 Viktor took her hand. \u2014 \u201cIt\u2019ll all work out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cWork out? I want a divorce! Do you hear me? I\u2019m filing for divorce!\u201d<\/p>\n
Svetlana said it because she understood \u2014 secret meetings were no longer possible. And she had long dreamed of freedom. Igor was a dull, demanding husband. He controlled her every step, criticized her friends, decided how she should dress. With Viktor she\u2019d remembered what it was to feel desired.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cAre you crazy? Over what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Viktor got scared \u2014 if Svetlana filed for divorce, she\u2019d demand the same of him. And he didn\u2019t want to divorce. He liked things as they were: a stable marriage with Marina and passion with Svetlana.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cOver you, idiot!\u201d \u2014 Svetlana yanked her hand away. \u2014 \u201cWhat do you think I\u2019ve been seeing you for, just for fun?\u201d<\/p>\n
She said it because she realized Viktor saw her as just a woman for a fling. And cheating on her husband was an excellent pretext to demand the divorce she wanted anyway.<\/p>\n
The next day Marina\u2019s phone rang on Sunday morning.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cMarina Sergeyevna? This is Svetlana, the wife of Igor Zemtsov.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cYes, I\u2019m listening.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cZemtsov? Who\u2019s that? And how did she get my number?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cWe need to talk. About our husbands.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marina was wary of the formal tone and the very proposal. Why would a stranger want to talk about husbands?<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cAbout what exactly?\u201d \u2014 Marina sat down on the couch.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cAbout the fact that your Viktor sleeps with other men\u2019s wives. For example, with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a lie. It can\u2019t be. Although\u2026 what if it\u2019s true? What does she want from this? Money? Or revenge?\u201d<\/p>\n
The phone nearly slipped from her hand. Svetlana spoke for another minute, then Marina cut the call. Just then Viktor walked into the room:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cWho was that?\u201d<\/p>\n
He behaved as usual \u2014 calm, a bit sleepy.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cYour mistress,\u201d \u2014 his wife looked up. \u2014 \u201cSvetlana.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marina watched him closely, studying him. She wanted to see his reaction, to understand whether it was truth or slander.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cWhat nonsense?\u201d<\/p>\n
Viktor felt everything drop inside him. Damn Svetka! Why? What would she gain from this? He feverishly looked for an exit \u2014 deny, insist it was someone\u2019s nasty joke.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cShe told me everything. Three months, Vitya. For three months you lied to my face!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cMarina, listen\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cQUIET!\u201d \u2014 she shouted at her husband.<\/p>\n
Marina reacted so sharply because deep down she had known all along. Late nights at work, new shirts, a change of cologne. She just hadn\u2019t wanted to believe it.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cQuiet while I\u2019m talking! Thirty years of marriage! For thirty years I believed your every word! And you\u2026 you used my trust!\u201d<\/p>\n
Marina spoke in bursts, jumping from accusations to memories. Viktor stood with his head down, realizing excuses were useless. Marina didn\u2019t know what to do next. Divorce? But how do you live alone at fifty?<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cSvetlana will be here in an hour,\u201d \u2014 Marina said at last. \u2014 \u201cWe\u2019ll sort this out as a foursome.\u201d<\/p>\n
Two hours later the doorbell rang, and a man stepped in and introduced himself:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cI\u2019m Zemtsov,\u201d \u2014 his face was stone, fists clenched. Marina immediately understood \u2014 this was the lover\u2019s husband. The very man whose wife was cheating.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cWhere\u2019s that bastard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cIgor, let\u2019s not fight,\u201d \u2014 Marina blocked his path. She knew who he was \u2014 Svetlana had mentioned her husband more than once in talks with Viktor.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cNot fight? My wife has been cheating on me for three months, and I\u2019m supposed to discuss it calmly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cSo has mine,\u201d \u2014 Marina shot back. She hadn\u2019t expected her lover\u2019s husband to appear in her home. It was absurd \u2014 they were both victims.<\/p>\n
A voice came from behind:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cWhat did you expect?\u201d \u2014 Svetlana walked out of the kitchen. \u2014 \u201cThat I\u2019d put up with your boorishness forever?\u201d Svetlana had arrived an hour earlier \u2014 she\u2019d come to sort things out with Viktor and demand clarity.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cSo this was out of spite, was it?\u201d \u2014 Igor looked at his wife in bewilderment \u2014 he hadn\u2019t expected to find her here.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cOut of love, you fool! I\u2019ve loved Vitya since college!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cWonderful!\u201d \u2014 Viktor appeared behind Svetlana and started clapping. \u2014 \u201cA one-woman show! Svetka, have you lost your mind completely?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marina stood off to the side, watching her husband and his mistress. \u201cThere it is \u2014 my husband\u2019s true face. Cynical, indifferent.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cYou\u2019re the one who\u2019s lost it!\u201d \u2014 Svetlana stepped toward him. \u2014 \u201cThought you\u2019d play around and dump me? For three months you swore you loved me! And now what \u2014 it\u2019s all my fault?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cWhat did you think? That I\u2019d leave my family for you?\u201d \u2014 Viktor spoke so cruelly because he\u2019d been caught. Igor heard every word and smirked to himself: \u201cSo for him my wife was just a toy too.\u201d<\/p>\n
The front door opened and their daughter Nadia came in with her husband Alexey.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cMom, what\u2019s going on? Why is everyone yelling? We can hear you from the stairwell.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cYour father is a hero-lover,\u201d \u2014 Marina sat on the couch. \u2014 She said it to her daughter because she could no longer keep quiet and hide the truth.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cWhat? Dad, is that true?\u201d \u2014 Masha was at a loss, glancing from mother to father. \u201cWho are these two in Mom\u2019s apartment? And why is everyone so angry?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cIt\u2019s none of your business,\u201d \u2014 the father turned away from his daughter.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cHow is it not my business?\u201d \u2014 Masha flushed, as if her own husband had cheated on her. \u2014 \u201cYou betrayed Mom!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t be dramatic!\u201d \u2014 Viktor feverishly tried to figure a way out. The mistress was demanding a divorce, her husband was ready to smash his face in, his daughter was accusing him of betrayal. And Marina was silent \u2014 that was the worst of all.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cViktor Nikolaevich,\u201d \u2014 Alexey put an arm around his wife. \u2014 \u201cDo you at least understand what you\u2019ve done?\u201d \u2014 He stepped in to support Masha \u2014 he could see how upset she was.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cBoy, stay out of grown-ups\u2019 business!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cGrown-ups\u2019?\u201d \u2014 Igor stepped forward. \u2014 \u201cYou slept with my wife and now you\u2019re lecturing others about life?\u201d \u2014 He wanted to hit his wife\u2019s lover again, but stopped \u2014 he realized his wife had wanted this herself.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cAnd you,\u201d \u2014 Viktor jabbed a finger at him, \u2014 \u201cfirst learn how to keep your wife at home!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cENOUGH!\u201d \u2014 Marina stood up. She had come to a decision \u2014 she could no longer tolerate this filth in her home. \u2014 \u201cThat\u2019s it! Svetlana, take your\u2026 lover, and both of you get out!\u201d \u2014 She said it in front of everyone because she was tired of lies. Why hide what everyone already knew?<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cI\u2019m not leaving,\u201d \u2014 Viktor protested. He clung to the last thing \u2014 his right to the home. \u2014 \u201cThis is my house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cIt was yours. Now get out.\u201d \u2014 She wanted it over quickly \u2014 this scene was humiliating her.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cYou have no right!\u201d<\/p>\n
The front door opened again, and his mother, Anna Ivanovna, walked in.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cVitya\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cMom!\u201d \u2014 Viktor turned pale. He was afraid because his mother had learned about his affair. \u2014 \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cMarina called. Said, \u2018Come see your son\u2019s exploits.\u2019 I know everything, Vitya. Did you think you could hide it from your mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cMom, it\u2019s a misunderstanding\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cA misunderstanding three months long?\u201d \u2014 his mother shook her head. \u2014 \u201cI didn\u2019t raise you for this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nadia looked at her father with disgust. And Alexey thought: \u201cHow can you set up your family like this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cSvetlana, get your things. We\u2019re going home,\u201d \u2014 Igor declared. He decided to leave because everything was clear \u2014 his wife no longer loved him.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cI\u2019m filing for divorce!\u201d \u2014 Svetlana announced.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cFile away. I don\u2019t care.\u201d \u2014 Igor thought: \u201cAfter today\u2019s circus I actually feel relieved.\u201d \u2014 \u201cViktor,\u201d \u2014 he turned to the lover. \u2014 \u201cIf I see you near my wife again \u2014 I\u2019ll kill you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cTry it, cuckold!\u201d \u2014 He said it out of anger and bravado \u2014 he wanted to show he was still on top.<\/p>\n
Igor drew back his fist, but Alexey caught his arm:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t. He\u2019s not worth it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Svetlana stepped up to Viktor:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cI thought you loved me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cAnd I thought you were smart,\u201d \u2014 he sneered. \u2014 \u201cWe were both wrong, and I also\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t finish \u2014 Svetlana slapped him. Anna Ivanovna thought: \u201cGood for her. My son deserves it.\u201d Svetlana turned and left. Igor followed his wife.<\/p>\n
Anna Ivanovna went up to her son:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cI transferred the apartment to your wife by deed of gift. I decided that a year ago. So pack your things.\u201d Viktor froze \u2014 he was left with nothing. Thoughts raced: \u201cWhere will I live? On what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cMom! What have you done!\u201d \u2014 He was scared because he realized he had no roof over his head.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cI could, and I did. Marina put up with your temper for thirty years. That\u2019s enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna Ivanovna was the first to leave the apartment, then Nadia and her husband. Marina turned to her husband:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cI\u2019ll be back by lunchtime tomorrow, and I want you gone by then. Take what you can manage; the rest is going in the trash. Got it?\u201d \u2014 She spoke to a man whom, that very morning, she might not have loved, but still respected \u2014 and that respect had now completely vanished.<\/p>\n
Marina walked out and closed the door behind her.<\/p>\n
Viktor was left alone in the living room. A vase lay shattered on the floor \u2014 Svetlana had knocked it over when she left. He bent down to pick up the shards and cut his finger. Blood dripped onto the carpet. In that moment he felt utterly empty and angry at himself.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cSo much for love,\u201d \u2014 he scoffed. He meant both Marina and Svetlana \u2014 both had turned away.<\/p>\n
The phone rang. An unfamiliar number. Viktor didn\u2019t answer, but the caller kept ringing back. He finally picked up.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cViktor Nikolaevich? This is Andrey, Svetlana\u2019s son. I\u2019m on leave. Mom told me who you are.\u201d Viktor thought: \u201cAnother problem \u2014 an avenger.\u201d \u201cI just want to say \u2014 I\u2019ll find you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The line went dead. Panic gripped Viktor \u2014 now he faced a physical reckoning.<\/p>\n
He sat on the floor amid the shards. The apartment wasn\u2019t his. His family had turned away. His mistress was a fool. And now even Svetlana\u2019s son was threatening revenge.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201cYou\u2019ve played yourself,\u201d he shook his head. \u2014 \u201cPlayed yourself, smart guy.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked out the window. Evening was beginning \u2014 the time when the whole family usually gathered for dinner.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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