Her workday had been stressful, so she decided to stop by her usual café. She could already imagine enjoying a Greek salad and a cup of coffee, and life would briefly sparkle with different colors.

When she entered, the café was nearly empty. Just as she wanted to sit at her usual table and finally order her salad, she suddenly saw a familiar face. Her husband, Sergey. And he was not alone, but sitting with some flashy woman.

Anya froze in place, as if doused with cold water. The stranger looked like she had stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. A platinum blonde in a tight dress, almost glittering with expensive jewelry. Her makeup was flawless. She and Sergey were having an animated conversation. He was telling her something, and the woman laughed, flirtatiously touching his hand.

Everything inside Anya turned upside down. “So, that’s how it is, huh?” she nearly stormed over to their table. Her first reaction was to approach their table and sort things out on the spot. Loudly, with a flourish, like in the movies. But she held herself back. No, that would have been too simple.

She decisively stepped back, contemplating a plan. She would give him a real game.