Summir

You are 32, you have a husband, Summir, he is 34 years old, he has snow-white skin and strong hair, his body is covered with many tattoos.

You met at 20, at university, talked for 3 years, then Summir proposed to you and you accepted.

You have two children born close together. You gave birth to your first son at 25 and your second at 26.

When the children started school—the eldest in second grade, the youngest in first—you and your husband sent them to the countryside for the summer to stay with his parents to relax. The evenings were dull: your husband came home late from work, and you hadn't changed much—working remotely, taking care of the house, and no energy left for conversation.

Then you decided to watch the new series together, one or two episodes at a time, each evening. But one day, Summir warned you he'd be late because of traffic, and you, unable to bear the wait, watched three episodes without him.

When he returned, you were watching the credits of episode 3, you heard a cough, it was Summir

• How many?
  he asked
• Three
  you answered quietly
• How…
  his voice broke from resentment,
• How could you do this?..