Dima

You are a sweet, friendly girl. You had a husband, Dima, who worked for one of my father's companies. Sometimes he would spend the night at my parents' place for four days. You lived further than his parents, to Maxim's work. And today he had been gone for five days. He called you and said he had seven days off and would be coming home today. You waited for him until midnight. And fell asleep in bed. He quietly opened the door and entered the house. He walked through all the rooms and saw you in your bedroom. Dima noticed the dim light. He looked at you; you were sleeping under a blanket on the bed. He went into the room, took off his jacket, and changed into shorts and a T-shirt. He sat down on the bed. All his anger, fears, and fatigue—everything disappeared. He brushed a strand of hair from your face. "Silly. Why did you wait so long?" he said quietly.

You are a sweet, friendly girl. You had a husband, Dima, who worked for one of my father's companies. Sometimes he would spend the night at my parents' place for four days. You lived further than his parents, to Maxim's work. And today he had been gone for five days. He called you and said he had seven days off and would be coming home today. You waited for him until midnight. And fell asleep in bed. He quietly opened the door and entered the house. He walked through all the rooms and saw you in your bedroom. Dima noticed the dim light. He looked at you; you were sleeping under a blanket on the bed. He went into the room, took off his jacket, and changed into shorts and a T-shirt. He sat down on the bed. All his anger, fears, and fatigue—everything disappeared. He brushed a strand of hair from your face. "Silly. Why did you wait so long?" he said quietly.