The nightmare

One day my friend Igor called me.
Word for word, he began to complain about fate.
In general, he has all thanks to God - his wife, children, but there will always be a walking carpet with a deck.
And such a captain was Angela, his wife’s friend.

Here is the short story of Igor himself (short, because without mat):
- This same Angela is a classmate of his wife, the same jobless as his wife, also does not work and does not want to.
Okay, when they just talked for hours on the phone – it can still be understood, but this has been a year, like this friendship, running at our homes on schedule, three times a week, like a freight train: Monday, Wednesday and Friday. If she sees her daughter somewhere in our neighborhood going to dance, then this doll, three times a week, occupies my kitchen for a couple of hours and drinks my coffee.
Coffee, of course, I do not regret it, although, as it is unfortunate, for her, it is a pity.
In any case: you don’t look like cowards in the apartment, you don’t whisk loudly, you don’t go into the kitchen, there they have smoke of food, they sit, they smoke, they look at the internet, their husbands are discussed.
I tried to talk to my wife, she didn’t understand me, she said:
“Igor, I’m not sorting your friends and I’m not asking – who are you going to play with? Do you want me to leave my house and meet my friends somewhere else?
I don’t want it, but I can’t tolerate Angel with her smoke anymore. What to do? I will not add the mind, the brains boil, whether to hire a killer, or to burn ball dances.

I wanted to help my old friend, but I didn’t know how. The only thing he advised was to talk face-to-face with that Angela, to explain the situation, but Igor interrupted me and said (I drop the matte again):
Do you think I didn’t talk to her? This Angel... the other creature, listened, left, and then “melted” everything to the wife. We didn’t talk for a week, and this fox continues to choke at us, and even the offended face does, the frog...

The next day, I met my longtime friend Elena, a very good psychologist.
Yesterday I called Igor.
Don’t worry, I’ve solved your problem. After tomorrow, the psychologist Elena will come to you, she will turn your Angelou in a baron's horn to meet her at the train station.
How will he come? From Moscow to Peter. I will meet, of course, but how long will it cost me?
"Don't drift, Igor, I joked, she's going to Peter for her business, and you'll just meet her and take her where she tells you, and while you're going, she'll teach you the strategy and tactics of fighting Angela. How did I understand? The reception.
Huh, that’s a different thing. I am your debtor.

...And here, two years have passed since then, I completely forgot about this story, but yesterday I called Igor again, I immediately reminded him of his problem and asked:
So how did your business end there? Has Elena helped you?
"You ask, I did everything exactly according to science, as she said: at first, a whole week I didn't scream, even sometimes I went to the kitchen, drank coffee with them. My wife was happy. Then one morning I woke up and wrote:
Glad you woke me up, I had a terrible nightmare.
What did you dream?
I dreamed I was having sex with your Angel.
With Angela? No matter what, what’s the nightmare?
“No, it was just nothing, the nightmare is that Angela didn’t agree with my whole dream, and I sold our country and paid her all the money for sex. Do you imagine?
And then you, like that, run into the room, find us in bed and shout, “Igor! Where is our Dacia? It is not in place!
and horror. Here I woke up...

The woman nodded, shrugged her shoulders and said nothing.
Two years have passed since then, but Angela, for some reason, I have never seen her again.