Багаж

Chetyre obruchalʹnykh kolʹt͡sa edva zametno pobleskivai͡ut na ladoni No Indzhi. Ona "vremennai͡a zhena" v ėlitnom agentstve, gde brak - ėto spektaklʹ: bezuprechnye t͡seremonii, nochnye obʺi͡atii͡a bez strasti, ui͡utnye uzhiny bez tepla. V New Marriage ne li͡ubi͡at, kogda zadai͡ut voprosy. Pravda dli͡a nikh - lishniĭ bagazh, kotoryĭ na bort starai͡utsi͡a ne bratʹ. Zdesʹ net mesta chuvstvam. Indzhi znaet ob ėtom kak nikto drugoĭ. No chto-to meni͡aetsi͡a, kogda odin iz ee prezhnikh "muzheĭ" vnovʹ voznikaet pered glazami. Kholodnye ulit͡sy Seula, pustye kvartiry, chuzhie posteli - gde-to sredi ėtogo dolzhna bytʹ nastoi͡ashchai͡a No Indzhi. Esli, konechno, ee eshche mozhno naĭti.

Four wedding rings barely glint on the palm of No Inji's hand. She is a "temporary wife" in an elite agency where marriage is a spectacle: impeccable ceremonies, nightly hugs without passion, cozy dinners without warmth. New Marriage doesn't like people asking questions. However, for them it is an extra baggage that they try not to take on board. There is no place for feelings here. Inji knows this like no one else. But something changes when one of her former "husbands" reappears before her eyes. The cold streets of Seoul, empty apartments, strange beds — somewhere among them there must be a real No Inji. If, of course, it can still be found.