Recently, I have been very bad with aggression. I returned to boxing not only to sit out my pants in a leather chair in the office, but also to throw out my indefatigable energy somewhere, bubbling with the key. Yes, I learned to cope with some emotions, but not a single pear and not a single simulator can cope with what is now destroying me from the inside. The sense of ownership, it would seem, has long been crushed. How much stronger? But this, bitch, as it turned out, became possible. And the point is not even that Alena hid the fact of rape from me, but that it is...