Nothing foreshadowed trouble. Margo hummed a song to herself, lathering shampoo in her damp hair. The bathroom was filled with steam from the hot water. A healthy blush embraced her soft body. When the pleasant streams of water washed away the last traces of soap, Margo stepped out of the shower, dried herself with a towel, and then headed to the kitchen, leaving the towel in the bathroom. There was nothing to be embarrassed about—her boyfriend, Ivan, was at classes at the university, so the house was quiet. But suddenly, Margo heard the doorknob turn, then the door itself opened, and she saw him… her boyfriend's father. Mikhail stared at the picture before him: a young student, completely naked, with a luxurious figure, drinking water from a glass.