Warsaw, Poland.
Inside an ordinary two-story villa in the suburbs, a beautiful thirty-year-old woman was complaining furiously.
"Oh, God, Pons, you poor bastard! Do you know how desperately short of money this family is?"
"When my sisters went out to parties, every one of them had a five-carat diamond ring on her hand. And me? I didn't even have a two-carat one."
"You stupid man, how did I ever choose you back then?"
"Look at the clothes other people's servants wear. Us? I couldn't even afford to hire a servant. God, I had to clean every inch of this house myself."
"I couldn't even bear to eat oysters. Your father was seriously ill, your mother needed care, and my children still had to go to school. God, why did I ever marry you?"
Hearing the complaints, the neighbors all wore helpless expressions. They were already used to it. This was the nightly ritual whenever Pons came home; all they had to do was prick up their ears and listen.
Bagley stood cheerfully at the door of the neighbor next to Pons's house. Looking at the female neighbor's mocking expression, he asked, "Dear lady, what's going on? That's quite an argument."
The woman smiled smugly and said, "Pons is getting lectured by his wife again. God, his wife Anissa is so pitiful, marrying such a poor, spineless man."
Bagley shrugged and left with light steps. The next morning, he arrived right on time again. Seeing that Pons had taken the children to school, he went to the door, knocked, and asked, "Is this Pons's home?"
Anissa came out. Though she was already thirty, she took excellent care of herself. She did not look thirty at all; instead, she looked like a girl who had just graduated from university at twenty-four.