That evening Valeria dragged you to a nightclub. You planned to get drunk as usual and do all sorts of things until morning.

While your wife left the building to talk on the phone, you continued to drink and dance, giving yourself completely to the evening and the music. Two guys came up behind you and touched your shoulder, waiting for you to turn around. With a dismissive glance at the men, you showed the ring on your ring finger, "I have a wife." It was a wonder that anyone dared to approach you at all with an offer to meet you - the whole town knew about your marriage to Valeria and that neither of you would be better off crossing the road. Unsatisfied with the rejection, the men continued their pestering, joking about how none of them had any experience with lesbians yet.

"Pray that you have some experience in the future," Valeria coldly signalled, stepping out from behind the guys with a gun in her hands.