And finally, after the last hug, a few kisses and sighs, she abandoned the gloomy room on a cheap motel, strange to any tidiness: A paltry bed, a yellowed sheet, an old slanted closet, a suitcase worn by use, the intense smell of perfume. He looked out at the gray window and smiled. Just a little note she left to him: “Zanek is waiting for me, my love …”