Tired of her husband’s infidelities, the wife of a wealthy man replaced his suitcase before his “business trip” to the sea. The mistress would long remember searching for her gift among the clothes.

The bus was unbearably hot; even with hatches and windows open, they did not save the weary passengers from the stifling heat, annoyed by a massive traffic jam. Olga was returning from work, lazily pondering what to cook for dinner. Naturally, her imagination painted exclusive dishes like marbled beef or truffle ravioli. With a sigh, she settled on buckwheat with meat patties, deciding that this choice was no worse.

Sitting by the window, the girl looked at the evening city: it was still light outside, some people hurried on their errands, others strolled in the shade of the alleys, hiding from the heat. A man was walking his dog. “Basset,” Olga noted mechanically. Having worked as a veterinarian for eight years, she could identify the breed of any dog, even by its bark

A young couple with a stroller passed by. Their baby, not wanting to sit still, stood holding onto the canopy of his transport and grinned toothlessly. Olga sighed sadly—she had been unable to come to terms with her inability to become a mother for five years. She and her husband had visited numerous medical centers, but the cause of the infertility remained undetermined. Pushing away heavy thoughts, the girl noticed a loving couple—a tall, slim man and a plump blonde, unabashedly merged in a passionate kiss.

“So sweet,” Olga thought, enviously in a good way. Being in her eighth year of marriage, she barely remembered what it was like to lose her head in love and, forgetting about decency, give in to her feelings.

Finally, the man pulled away from his beloved, who, tilting her head with a snub nose, burst out laughing, not letting him go. He turned his head towards the road, and Olga almost screamed in surprise—it was her husband Anton.

Confused, the woman looked around and realized that she could not get off the overcrowded bus stuck in traffic. Looking out the window again, she saw her husband, hugging the blonde around the waist, helping her into a taxi. Olga took out her phone and could not decide what to do with it—call her husband or take a photo as proof of infidelity. The taxi left, leaving her deep in thought.

Anton and she had met during her sophomore year at university—her best friend Svetka had invited him to her birthday party because he was friends with her older brother. Toha, as his friends called him, was four years older than Olga and at that time worked at a construction company. He instantly fell head over heels for her—a beautiful, long-legged brunette with tanned skin and big brown eyes.

Anton seemed like a very reliable man—he worked a lot, owned an apartment in the city center, and drove a nice car. He wasn’t a romantic and didn’t give Olga bouquets of roses, believing it better to spend money on boots or a warm jacket, and the girl agreed, seeing this as a sign of maturity.