About the book: year / - I didn’t want this! - I whine again, falling onto the chair and hitting my forehead against the tabletop. “No one will know, Da-sha,” the half-whisper of the serpent-tempter. “I feel so bad,” I continue to whine with my face into the table. — I have never cheated on my husband. Why, Sash? Why did you dirty me? You don’t have enough others... - Also, say that you raped her. You yourself wanted this, Dashul... you twirled your ass in front of me day after day. He's right. Non-binding flirting. Smiles. Views. Jokes below the belt, vulgar anecdotes. What did I want? Feel wanted? Do you want attention? To see admiration in a man’s eyes... Something that was forgotten earlier when my husband looked at me like that. But Belov is not a gentleman! He won’t kiss hands or read poetry soulfully... He just fucked me like a whore and that’s all. God, what a fool I am! Brainless idiot! Ah-ah-ah-ah!