Marina stood alone in the middle of the bedroom for a long time, looking at the family portrait on the bedside table. Then she stubbornly picked up the phone and began searching for the number of the person who could assist her.
Mid-June in Sochi, satisfied with the right water temperature – warm but not overly warm, with gentle waves. Andrey casually laid under an umbrella, watching Vika relax in the waves. Her brown body played in the light, drawing curious looks from people around her.
“Come here!” she exclaimed, waving her hand. “The water is simply magnificent!”
“What are you thinking about?” Vika asked, swimming closer and hugging him around the neck. “Just don’t tell me it’s about work.”
– No, it’s just… – Andrey hesitated. – I forgot to send the report before leaving.
“Liar,” Vika smiled, lightly kissing him on the cheek. “You’re thinking about your wife, right?”
Andrey frowned.
— We agreed not to raise this topic here.
“Okay, okay,” Vika said conciliatorily. “Maybe we should swim to the buoys?”