Ramila flipped through the photos in a daze and, sitting down next to me, drained her glass.

“ What a bitch! “she exhaled.

For the next hour we drank wine in silence. Ramila frowned and bit her lips. I wiped the tears running down my cheeks.

“ That's what! We'll get revenge on him! “ said her friend, putting a new bottle on the table.

“With the help of a lawyer?”

“ Eh, Rina, you are not in the contract. Dimitri only took a two-bedroom on himself.”

“ It's more profitable, the interest is lower.”

“ You have less brains, as well as any other fool in love, “ she categorically cut off:

“You must have transferred the money to his card?”

I nodded, causing my friend to groan.

“ You didn't transfer money to the mortgage account. You didn't sign the contract.”

You didn't get him a loan through a lawyer. You could go to the police, but they'd probably tell you to fuck off. The man got married, and the ex-girl showed up to file a complaint.

I gurgled in agreement. Indeed, I'd have to convince the investigator to accept the application first. And then I'd have to go through the circles of hell to get the case prosecuted. All that would require money, and I didn't have any.

I slowly and inevitably began to realize the truth. My beloved man not only abandoned me, but used and robbed me.

“ What to do now?” I was horrified.

I imagined how I would tell my parents about it. Selling my grandmother's apartment, I had to endure a whole war. But my mom told me, warned me…

“ I finally got it! Do you remember my great-uncle on my mother's side? He went to the country with his relatives, and gave my father a house in the Moscow region as a debt. It's no big deal. Just an old building. Not a cottage, of course. I've been hitting on my father for a long time talking about "they'll sell it off", "you have to look after the house". And he kept saying, "How will you be alone there? And I told him I wouldn't move alone, but with you. And then there's Dimitri. So the three of us will live there.”

I sobbed again. If she had told me that a couple of hours ago, I would have jumped from the ceiling with happiness.

“ The plan has changed, of course. But! We're moving to Moscow!”

“What am I going to do there?” I asked dejectedly.

“Oh, please! With your education you won't find a job? Rina, after a language course, you can get a job anywhere. I'll go to a salon to file my nails. And then, in a year, I'll ask my father for mine.”

“ Maybe I should start filing my nails too?” I asked.

“ Don't be silly. You have your own purpose. You're going to take revenge! I've already thought of everything… I'll tell you what! Let's get tickets right now!”

Ramila rushed to the computer and tapped on the keyboard.

“ There are tickets for tomorrow night. But they're coach and side seats, but that's okay. Pack your clothes!”

A week later, I stood at the bus stop and stared in horror at the business center building. Ramilya made one revenge plan after another, and even managed to infect me with her enthusiasm at one point.

The plan changed every time, but they all started the same way: I had to get a job at the same company as Dimitri.

"Media Help is a pretty big company. They were in the investment business. But I didn't understand where. However, there was only one position in the firm – a secretary. And he doesn't need to know how to invest money correctly, the main thing is to serve coffee on time and not to let unnecessary visitors to the boss. However, I was afraid to go in there, fully confident of rejection.

A phone call brought me out of my thoughts. I shuddered and almost dropped it. But I had to pick it up. Ramila was very persistent and could call for hours without stopping. So it was easier to answer right away.

" Let me guess, you're standing a few meters away from the business center and you want to escape? " Ramila said confidently.

" No, I… Okay. They won't hire me! And what will I gain by it? I'll only wear out my nerves!”

" Don't be silly. Go. Or do you want that bastard to live and enjoy himself? How many times has he called you this week? How many letters? And in the middle of the month, nothing! Payday's coming and you haven't dropped the money.”

My friend knew me better than anyone and hit me at the most painful point, causing a healthy anger.

Ramila's right. Dimitri wrote, as usual, about love and our plans. Only now I was paying attention to something else, in between he reminded me about paying the mortgage. He made a fool of me and used me as he wanted. I wrote a hundred term papers for him in college. I even wrote his thesis. Without me, he'd have been expelled in his third year!

I shook myself up and walked towards the entrance, cheering myself up. At the institute I studied English and French. But after Dimitri's departure, I studied Chinese to have some fun. And since excellent command of languages was the main condition, though they didn't specify which ones, I had every chance.