Life`s Dilemma

In the days and weeks that followed after Stanko proposed to Natasha, something unusual happened. Natasha seemed to be in seventh heaven, because after all those ten months together, Stanko finally had the idea to ask her to marry him.

Stanko didn't have any particularly pronounced character flaws, at times Natasha was even worried that Stanko didn't show any `dark side`. Was it a deliberate plan or was Stanko just too good to be true Physically, he was an average-nice guy who, if he didn't have those two scars on his face, would even be handsome. Natasha wasn't sure what Stanko did for a living, because even though he always had cash in him and his bills were paid on time, she wasn't happy that her chosen one had secrets from her. Well, shouldn't such a banality as a profession be kept secret from his future wife?

One of the rare situations that was strange to Natasha was the fact that when they bought a newspaper - Stanko always started reading it from the back, stopping not at the sports page but at the obituaries page. Natasha, on the contrary, never read that page, and what would she read at all, reports of `sad news` or `six-year commemoration`?! The day of the wedding came, Stanko had not invited many guests, and among the few he invited, two or three stood out with their unhealthy physiognomies. He introduced them as colleagues. One of them, somewhat older and more dried out than the others, was prone to alcohol. And as such, he quickly got drunk and began to bother the guests at the table. Natasha, who had not drunk anything during the hustle and bustle of preparing for the wedding, was left with a sober mind that immediately worked towards finding out the secret. Taking advantage of a brief absence of Stanko who went to say goodbye to the old wedding guests - Natasha went to Stanko's colleague, offering him a drink of Whiskey that was 18 years old and that her parents kept for special occasions. Stankov's colleague didn't need a special invitation, he started drinking and continued to discuss the new Citroen he had bought. It seems that everyone should have known that he had paid for it in cash! His tongue was loose to the extent that the secret of Stanko's profession - ceased to be a secret...

And so Natasha appeared before Stanko on the first wedding night with a red face from which sparks were flying.

Natasha: Well done, you sneaky bastard...

Stanko: What's wrong with you, my dear?

Natasha: What the hell is wrong with me, you and that friend are robbing graves and that's how you make money...

Stanko: Oh Mile, you drunken brute, I knew you'd say that when...

Natasha: Fuck Mile, it's not important now, what's important is that you're digging up graves, stealing jewelry and clothes from the deceased and selling corpses on the black market...

Stanko: My love, don't get excited unnecessarily, calm down...

Natasha: Should I calm down? You sick motherfucker, are you aware of what you've done?

Stanko: And what did I do, my dear? I'm the same Stanko from a few minutes ago, only now you know what I do...

Natasha: You're robbing graves, you sick one!

Stanko: So far none of them have complained about anything, they don't need the jewelry...

Natasha: Stop it!

Stanko: I have to explain to you...

Natasha: There's nothing to explain (and here Natasha started crying)

Stanko: Don't, my love, don't make a drama, try to understand...

Natasha: (the sobbing intensifies)

Stanko: Don't cry, calm down, you know how much I love you, you know that my body and soul are at your disposal, let's not let such a trifle ruin our love...

Natasha: A trifle?

Stanko: Well, a trifle

Natasha: What a trifle, how am I going to tell mom and dad, they've always tormented me with questions like `what does yours do, what does yours do`...oh my god...Persa's husband is the boss at Telecom, Marta's boyfriend became an assistant and woe is me, what can I say...

Stanko: That's nonsense and nothing more, do I mean less to you than the approval of yours and the company?

Natasha: Stanko, get out of my sight, please, go, I can't...

And so new dilemmas crept into her life and began to torment Natasha. Should she get a divorce? What will everyone say about a marriage that was litigated after 36 hours? Should she get over it all by forcing Stanko to look for a normal profession? Natasha remained in a dilemma the next day. She noticed several missed calls and text messages from her new husband on her phone.

She washed her tear-stained face, put on makeup, and headed to work. The cashiers at the supermarket were still respected members of society...

(Roger Mortis, 102)