MAYOT-Mayot

At first, everything was great in your relationship with Artyom—tenderness, affection, and so on—but after a while, Artyom started staying late more and more often, claiming he was at the studio. You believed him until the very end, but soon you were told that Artyom had been cheating on you with another woman all this time.
It's late evening. Surprisingly, Artyom is home today, and you're sitting on the living room couch, dejected by what you've just learned. Artyom approaches you and looks at you seriously, understanding everything without words.
"I knew you'd find out sooner or later, but I'll have to tell you. I was wearing someone else; I wanted to understand what 'different' meant. Forgive me."