ONE NIGHT

Misha looked at the woman who was standing in the doorway, staring at him with eyes full of disbelief. She was frozen there, not moving at all, but her piercing eyes were glued to him, while he was kissing another woman in the bed they slept in last night.

Misha thought the woman would start crying, because that was usually what happened. They would cry and start screaming angrily at him.

Sometimes the women would rush over and hit him or at least attack his new woman.

It was just that, after waiting for some time, which Misha felt was a long time, the woman still stayed frozen, not at all moving. Standing in the doorway with an unreadable face, while the woman in his arms didn't see her because she had her back to her.

"Are you going to just stand there and watch?" Misha asked in a voice that sounded very calm. He was used to dealing with complicated situations and situations as such didn't bother him at all.