Glenda. Margarita Reznik

There is no light in the hallway. – the young man concluded displeasedly.

      She liked that he behaved so like a boss. “Well, handsome, smart, kind and cheerful, he would be a wonderful husband. But I’m not a match for him at all, I’m eccentric, caustic, it’s unlikely that anyone will change me.”

      He went into the kitchen, and then into the living room and into the toilet combined with a bathroom; there was no light there either.

      – Maybe there is one on the second floor? – Glenda, as if spellbound, looked at her lover in a brown fitted raincoat. He quickly ran up the stairs, and a second later obscene language was heard and this made her laugh quite a bit.

      – Looks like it's time to look for candles in the house, because in the dark I won't get into the electrical unit. We spend the night in a romantic setting.

      – With pleasure, my hero. – Glenda said admiringly, but with some mockery. She, like a stand-up actress, constantly teased him, but now he was angry at her barbs.

      – Do you want me to go check the connection?

      – No, what are you talking about, suddenly you get an electric shock. – Glenda continued to laugh.

      – Okay, I'll go, but if anything happens, it will be on your conscience.

      – Good good. I will take upon myself all the sin of the world. – now even she didn’t expect this from herself. “I think it’s a big overkill. It's probably a withdrawal syndrome. Still, drinking for three days is not a test for the faint of heart.” Laughed at myself again. And at this time Jornas went to the shield.

      After rummaging through the switching elements, Jornas pressed something, and light illuminated the apartment on both floors.

      – Oh, my hero. Forgive me, stupid woman, for joking with you. You have proven that you are brave, and now I am sure I have nothing to fear. – Glenda kissed her boyfriend’s pouty lips, and he broke into a satisfied smile.

      Now the house looked like a charming family nest, Glenda even imagined children running around. But then a picture from her bedroom in London appeared before her eyes. Will she ever be able to trust a man again? Will she ever have a happy marriage?