What are you thinking about? Don't you regret it? - My husband said at the moment when we were already approaching the city. Katrina passed us, signaling goodbye, and then I turned and looked at him. He seems to be relaxed, the fingers of one hand touch the steering wheel, the other hand lies on his knees. But for some reason I think it's feigned, superficial.

- No, do not even hope, and you? - Attack, the best defense - do you regret that you took me as your wife, not like yourself?

- Never. And I’m also glad and just proud that I didn’t miss you, as then, at...