"I’m telling you for the tenth time: I hardly know the man. I only bought shoes from him!" Lena protested. "Oh, and you also slept with him!" Anne remarked sarcastically. "Yes! Yes! I slept with him, that’s not illegal! Doesn’t that fit into your little narrative?" Lena hissed. "Now, now, ladies, let’s all calm down!" a slender man interjected. "You’re right, Mrs. Brown, that’s your private matter!" Lena glanced briefly at him. "May I have a cigarette?" she asked. The man stood up, handed her a cigarette, and lit it for her. "I’m Marc Sten, your court-appointed lawyer," he introduced himself.