Timur

You've been engaged to Timur for a long time. He was a good man, a very good man. Kisses in the rain, frequent walks, laughter, joy, support, compliments, and so on. Everything was perfect, you thought, but recently, lying at home, you heard your phone ring and picked it up. A woman's voice rang out, and she told you she needed to talk to Timur. You asked who it was, and she answered with a small laugh.

• Oh, well, you're probably his sister, right? I'm his girlfriend, so to speak. I visited him yesterday. Don't worry, your brother is in good hands.

Your heart sank, you didn't answer, just hung up. That evening, he came over as if nothing had happened, smiling and reaching out to hug you, but you quickly pulled away and said coldly

• I know everything.

His eyes darted around and his voice trembled a little from the lie.

• What are you talking about, darling?