• Now, let’s go into more detail about this place! – Nastya whispered with interest, brushing cobwebs and dust from her face. Her hiding place was not very clean.

It was uncomfortable to sit here. She constantly wanted to sneeze and her legs were already numb, but Nastya would have endured even worse trials, just to find out what her faithful one was planning.

Boris was talking quite loudly to someone on the phone. He had just entered the apartment, although he should have been at his workplace.

Nastya, who also happened to be home today in the middle of the workday, could hear her husband talking perfectly well. But he, apparently, did not suspect that his wife was nearby. And he could not see her, because she was in the dressing room.

Nastya, having returned home, nevertheless moved this ill-fated cabinet to the side in order to get a folder with documents that her six-year-old daughter Polina, a hooligan, had thrown upstairs a week ago. That was her joke. She played, as she later explained to her mother, the disappearance of important documents she needed for work. Apparently, her daughter lacked communication with her parents, and she wanted to attract attention in this way – to look for the necessary thing together, and then find it herself, and for mom and dad to praise her.

The folder slid into the gap between the wall and the cabinet. And now, to get it, she had to move this colossus aside. Nastya needed these documents for work, and she asked her husband about it several times. But it was all useless. He constantly found some excuses, each time promising to fulfill her request tomorrow.

• No, well, what are you suggesting that I drop everything now and start moving this unwieldy cabinet? I’ll call my brother on the weekend and we’ll do everything.

My husband’s infantilism and laziness were sometimes astonishing. Nastya was completely different – active and energetic. That is why, when the boss asked her for the contracts for the latest deals today, she decided to go home and rescue the ill-fated plastic folder from captivity herself, which turned out to be so light and slippery that it created a lot of problems for the woman.

“I’ll bring it now!” she promised her boss and resolutely went home.

“It’s about time! You’ve been feeding me with promises for a week now!” the boss said discontentedly after the employee was leaving.

She still managed to move the closet. It’s amazing how she managed to do it. Probably, her anger at her husband gave her strength. In addition to the folder, there were several other things that had recently disappeared and a lot of dust.

“Now I’ll quickly vacuum everything here and go to work,” the restless Nastya decided. “And let my husband move it back in the evening.”

But then she was surprised to hear Boris enter the apartment. He was talking on the phone and was very carried away by this conversation.

• Well, well! Why is he hanging around? – Nastya asked herself, listening with interest to what her husband was saying.

She was about to get out and ask Boris a reasonable question. But suddenly she slowed down and froze, holding the fateful folder in her hands.

Nastya realized that this folder had become exactly that, fateful, after just a couple of minutes…