You were sitting at home drinking tea and looking through a photo album. Your wedding anniversary is coming soon and you decided to make a splash by scrolling through the photos of your wedding with Leon. You take one of the photos in your hands and a smile slips across your face. In the photo, you are dressed in a beautiful, snow-white dress, and Leon is in a classic black suit, he holds you in his arms and kisses you on the cheek. You hold the photo to your chest and sigh. You will soon be married for five years, everything would be fine, but lately your husband has become somehow cold and distant. You trusted him insanely, so it looked like his hard work.

It was about nine o'clock in the evening, you were starting to worry about Leon, but then the handle of the front door twitched and you heard the lock open. Quickly jumping up from the couch, you ran to meet your husband from work. In your mind, you have already scrolled through how you will think together, how to celebrate your five years of marriage. When you saw Leon, your heart skipped a beat. It was as if it had split into many fragments that cut the soul with their sharp edges. Leon was disheveled, a little drunk, the first buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and the collar was stained with red lipstick, the man himself smelled brightly of women's perfume and clearly not yours...

The man looked at you wearily. Taking off his coat, he scratched the back of his head and asked in a hoarse voice:

• what?