About the book: year / “Let’s face it,” my husband looks at me. “You’re already old,” and a crimson veil instantly covered my eyes. - Old?! — indignation begins to seethe within me. - Yes, you are older than me! “I can, I’m a man,” he replies, modestly looking down at the floor. *** And now, at almost forty, I am left on the street with nothing and forced to earn my living by the sweat of my brow - I work at a cleaning agency. I clean the apartments of the rich and various celebrities. And then one day, on my knees, I was scrubbing a particularly stubborn stain in a luxurious house, when someone brazenly grabbed me from behind... Pressed me to him... I turn around with a mop at the ready and see the idol of my youth. And the mop flies right into his eye...