An ideal job that brings stable earnings and promises rapid career growth. A luxurious house that everyone could envy. A beautiful wife who dotes on her partner, making plans with him to expand their small family.

All this was an integral part of the life of Phillip Graves, an ambitious engineer working in the field of advanced materials development.

Busily straightening his tie, the man glanced at his wristwatch, listening to the voice of his wife, talking aloud about tonight's dinner, to which they invited their close friends living in the neighborhood.

"Great idea, honey," Phill replied with a smile, hugging her waist from behind, planting a kiss on her cheek, "I have to go."

Each employee of the Victory project was required to arrive at work by the specified time. No excuses were accepted.

He had to make an effort to release her from his embrace.

"I'll see you at dinner. Love you!" Graves added, and picking up a briefcase with documents, headed for the door, smiling when he heard footsteps behind him. She always went out to see him off, as befits an ideal wife.

An ideal wife living in an ideal home, in an ideal world.

In a world that is a carefully crafted and thought-out simulation that she had no idea about.

The fifties of America, where equality between women and men did not exist. Women's affiliation was limited to housework and cooking, while men, who were nobody in the real world, were called innovators, engineers, serving for the good of the world.

The perfect man's world. Their world.