The husband was supposed to meet his acquaintance and pick up the caviar from him. But he didn’t go to work. As a result, this friend brought him caviar directly to his home. And they need to talk about work. Usually the husband leaves the house and goes somewhere to a cafe near the metro for these purposes. And then I decided to stay home. And here we have such chaos, collapse, I’m not ready to receive guests either morally, or to properly set the table, or psychologically. I had to leave my comfort zone. That she didn’t really feed the person, didn’t meet her.