I woke up from the alarm at six in the morning, remembering that the last time I got up at seven in the morning was not very successful. She got up from the bed and looked at Dimka, who was lying on the sofa with his face in the pillow. Remembering the events of last night, she winced. My fiancé has never behaved so vilely towards me. I decided that today I won’t lift a finger on a finger in order to create a good morning for Dimka. No breakfast and ironed shirts. I calmly took a bath, dried my hair and put it in a simple hairstyle, but the...