I saw how Inessa came out of the doors of the plant administration and fluttered into a bright red Mazda of the sixth model and, after waiting a few minutes, took off from the parking lot. I waited for the bus and at the beginning of the ninth evening I went to the threshold of my apartment. The apartment was empty. Dima was not at home. If earlier I would have started calling him in order to find out where my fiancé was disappearing and if something had happened, now I even sighed with relief. Of course, the apartment was not tidy after Dima's drunken brawl in the corridor, the...