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

Niko and Maya haven't spoken civilly in six months. They live in the same city but inhabit different emotional zip codes. The marriage, which began as a transactional arrangement (her residency, his travel companionship), has curdled into a silent war over money, a lost pregnancy, and the revelation that she had been seeing someone else.

They sit in the sticky darkness. The fax machine beeps—a dying battery signal. razvod braka preko ambasade

A tense silence. They write.

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

"Goodbye, Niko."

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. The marriage, which began as a transactional arrangement

Vesna slides two forms across the desk. "You must write, in your own hand, three sentences: Why the marriage failed, that you have no minor children, and that neither is under duress."