“Are you leaving already?” Vera asked sadly. “Yes, it’s time, baby,” answered Pyotr. “This time I’ve been with you too long.”
Three happy days flew by. Vera was in seventh heaven. She was loved, she was loved, and what else did she need?
All her dreams had come true, there was nothing more to dream about. His wife would never forgive him for being away for three days, she thought. They don’t forgive that.
He’ll kick him out, and we’ll be together again. This time, not for three days, but forever. One of two things.
Either he’ll call in the evening and say that his wife took the kids and left him, and then he’ll invite me to come to him. Or he’ll come to me with his things, and we’ll meet, never to be separated. Vera was happy with either of these options.
But Pyotr didn’t call. Not in the evening, not during the entire next day. And he didn’t answer her calls.
Only on the fourth day did he let us know about himself. – So, – Vera asked, – you want to say that you spent three days sleeping in an unknown place, and your wife couldn’t reach you, and when you deigned to show up at home, she didn’t tell you anything? – She didn’t do anything to you?
And she didn’t even ask for an explanation, is that it? – Well, that’s how it is, – answered Pyotr. – And why didn’t you call me right away?
- Out of surprise. You remember, we were sure that one of two things would happen. Either Lisa would take the children and leave with her head held high, or she would kick me out.
I was ready for anything, but not for this. She didn’t say anything, and I was confused. So much so that I only remembered today that I still haven’t called you.
Are you angry, honey? – I see, – Vera thought, confused. – Well, that means she’s smarter than I thought.
And she won’t leave so easily. Peter will have to leave. – Why are you silent, Ver?
- No, I’m not silent, I’m thinking. – So what do you think? I feel sorry for you, Petya.
- Do you feel sorry for me? But why, Ver? – Because you’re in trouble. – What do you mean, in trouble?..
“Into trouble,” Vera answered confidently. “What trouble?” “Your wife wants to take revenge on you, and she’s afraid to take revenge.
That’s why she’s silent, so as not to scare you off and not to waste her desire for revenge. She’s overwhelmed with a thirst for revenge, and until your wife is sated, she won’t go anywhere.” “Oh, come on.”
That’s fine. You better think about how to save yourself. “From what?”
“If only I knew why. That’s the point, her revenge will be terrible, and what and how – that’s unknown.” “But there’s no way to find out what?”
“Well, why not? It’s possible, if you use your imagination.” “Vera, you’re a woman, who else but you should use your imagination?
“Especially since it’s you, the direct culprit of everything that happened, and no one else.” “Me? Who else?”
After all, it was me who was with you these three days. – You made it all up. And you talked me into not leaving.
Now think about it. For both of us. – Well, in that case, – Vera answered, – we need to consider several options and choose the worst one.
- What options could there be? – Your Liza, for example, could deceive you. – How so?
- Well, with another man. – No, she’s not like that. And I’m not like that.
But if you were my husband and deceived me, then anything is possible. – Why not? – When it comes to the terrible revenge of a deceived woman, anything is possible.
- What are you saying, Vera? – What? – You’re saying such terrible things, I just don’t recognize you.
Is it you? – Oh, come on, – Vera waved her hand dismissively, – that’s not even the worst thing. Some people, after what you did, even become fathers of other people’s children.
- But that’s too much. – Too much? What did you expect?
He didn’t come home for three nights. What were you thinking, I wonder. What were you counting on?
- I need to scare him now, Vera thought. The more, the better. Then he’ll run away from his wife faster.
- I wasn’t thinking about anything at all, Pyotr answered nervously. – You were thinking for me, and I… I was a puppet in your capable hands.