Shoot me, babe!

Ten years Sonya and Anton in lawful marriage. The main values ​​are identified: children, house, business. But in the office of the husband there is a beautiful secretary - and the family fortress begins to shake. Remembering that she is the Queen, not a housewife, Sonya tears his soul to the nails, makes the brain to her husband - so that he already screams: Early me, baby!
But! This story is not about the problems inside the love triangle. She is about the first love, which had to refuse, about forgotten dreams. This is an attempt to answer answers to questions: what happens to a person when it is fed-dressed and in a portfolio? Is it worth shaking your life, finding false flakes in it? If you have been covered with a middle-aged crisis, or you just need a magic pendale - read. Will help