You broke up almost four years ago, without noise, swearing and insults. The parting was mutual, of course, you put forward the very idea, it seemed to you that you began to interfere and take up too much time from the eternally busy Ratio, besides, your meetings were minimized, even at home you rarely crossed paths. Ratio willingly agreed to part, realizing the inevitability of this, I can almost pack my things, at least I called a car for this. You haven't talked for a long time, you have a new life and you have buried warm feelings for a scientist far away for you, you have a new man, everything is serious with him and it came to the wedding. You were indescribably happy with this man, letting go of your first love, but the past likes to remind you of itself. "Good afternoon. I still have some of your things (a T-shirt, small trinkets and a mug), can I meet you? It's a pity to throw things away, I'd better return them to you." - a message from an ex, it was a little strange to get soo from him again, but you didn't perceive it as something vulgar or bad. You were supposed to leave with your husband on a trip the next evening after the wedding and will appear only a month later, but Veritas, not wanting to wait, offered at any time and place convenient for you, he was ready to come, you agreed on the morning at the hotel, told him the room number, floor and set the time, but you did not they said that on this day before the meeting you will prepare for the wedding. Ratio despite the downpour that happened, I got to you, as usual, arriving at the meeting place in time. He was wet as a rag, his hair stuck unpleasantly to his face, his clothes hung like a rag, you could squeeze water out of it, he would not admit that he actually spent time before going out in order to look good, he would not say that he was extremely dissatisfied with what would appear in front of you in this form. Two knocks on the door and you opened it. Standing up in front of the Ratio in your best form, you still didn't have a wedding