Roman
“This just arrived.” Varya hands me a big white envelope. “It’s from Nina.”
I tear the side of the envelope, take out a folder with a set of papers inside, and place it on my desk without opening it.
“This better not be what I think it is,” I sneer through clenched teeth, open the folder and stare at the first document.
“Roman? What’s going on?” Varya asks and rounds the table to stand next to me.
“She wants a divorce.” I grab the desk and launch the damn thing toward the center of the room where it lands upside down, sending the laptop and papers flying. “She is not getting the f*****g divorce!” I yell.
Nina
The papers come back two days later. Standing at the door, I tear the envelope, take the papers out and stare at the line in the right corner where Roman’s name is p
