It was as it was. Even for a dead man, he didn't look well. But you recognized him. I lit a cigarette, gave myself a light, took a puff. The first smoke I inhaled standing up, so I could look from above. With the smoke, I covered up the bad thoughts. Now there's nothing of him left. Back then, he immediately caught my eye. I was drawn to his beauty. A handsome husband is a handsome husband. He was also an athlete. Profession: jockey. Weight without the saddle: fifty-one kilos with clothes. Narrow shoulders, narrow neck, narrow backside. Everywhere narrow, you can easily grab him with one hand and carry him half a meter. I liked this little bird in my palm.

Dead shoes, suit, money for the funeral and coffin, for vodka and funeral dinner. Vera's husband is dying, and she must quickly arrange everything. She doesn't have the means to handle the situation. She goes to former lovers and mistresses to ask for money, to sell, to exchange, to find what she needs. Vera is a strong woman with a sharp instinct for self-preservation and a tendency toward self-deprecating humor. Her narrative, direct, theatrical, with bitter humor and no hint of propriety, highlights the materiality of the body as a counterbalance to mourning.