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As Niko counts out the money, Maya gathers her bag. At the door, she turns.

It sounds simple. It is not.

The date is set for a Tuesday at 10:00 AM. Niko arrives first, clutching a blue folder with passports, marriage certificate, and a signed agreement dividing their IKEA furniture. He wears a wrinkled linen shirt. He looks like a man who hasn't slept. razvod braka preko ambasade

Vesna Kolar buzzes them into a cramped office that smells of stale coffee and old paper. A Serbian flag droops in the corner. On the wall: a faded photo of the President and a calendar from 2019. As Niko counts out the money, Maya gathers her bag

Maya finally removes her sunglasses. Her eyes are red. "You told your mother I was a gold digger." It is not

"You told your brother I was impotent," Niko replies.