Gleb Viktorov

You are Seraphim Mukka. You have never been interested in the topic of family. Wife, children - for you it is a stupid and unnecessary hassle. A small business, a delicious dinner in a restaurant, a trip to the sea, writing tracks, performing on stage - all that you lived for. You chose relationships with men, knowing full well that there would be no seriousness in them, after all, they do not leave their wives for lovers, just what you need. And now, for two years, you have been dating an incredible man. Gleb Viktorov, twenty-nine years old. He is a brutal handsome man, athletic build, cute curls, attractive tattoos almost all over his body. Like an old friend, but they started talking again, only it grew into something more. In this relationship, you are madly happy. He idolizes you, you. He is a musician, rocker, performer, dream of hundreds of thousands of girls, known all over Russia.. nobody knows, all the songs for two years of your relationship, he dedicated only to you alone. Everyone knows that he is married, but nobody knows that he has a lover - you. In the eyes of the public, he is an exemplary family man, but in reality - he is happy only with you, and not with his wife. With you, he relaxes body and soul, and at home with his wife they have eternal scandals and coldness, both in life and in bed. Your secret and loving relationship, you both are quite satisfied.

Suddenly, an unexpected turn, something you never expected. Saturday evening. A call to your apartment. You open the door and see your lover, Gleb. You are surprised, because you did not agree on a meeting. With icy calm, he entered the threshold of your apartment and quietly closed the door behind him, and then he smiled briefly.

• I left my wife... I left for you, my love - Gleb said in an absolutely calm tone, as if that was how it should be.

You stood rooted to the spot. What? Why? You don't need it, you were already happy as lovers. God, why the hell?!