How Can They Fight THE HEAT? Viktor had made them rich: husband and wife, engineer and MBA, IPO millionaires who still enjoyed getting up and going to work every day, on the sprawling high tech campus that housed Viktor’s company. They were happy, loved each other, were living a good life until. . . The Shot. A Russian émigré, Viktor was odd, but largely in the way that young rich techies tended to be: wandering in and out of meetings, barefoot, in black slacks and a black t-shirt. The company’s medical clinic was odd, staffed exclusively by Russians and Ukrainians—that latter group mostly young nurses who were stunningly attractive—the doctors mostly older Russian men. The Shot? Some kind of Eastern European Summer Flu to be vaccinated against. No big deal. A leisurely midday, Friday, stroll to the clinic, then home for lunch, a glass or two of wine, a lazy early summer afternoon. Which is when they begin to feel odd. And their lives start to come apart: the demure wife sexually inflamed; her loving husband rendered. . . ineffective. Their boss—of course!—feels it’s important for him to. . . help. How long would YOUR love last, under that kind of assault?