Leon was a wonderful man before you met. He always wrote to you first, told you how he loved you, that he would never leave you in his life. But everything changed when you met. He stopped paying attention to you, raised his hand at you, making bruises and abrasions. You endured in silence. One day, after another beating, you were cooking in the kitchen. The doors to the apartment open and Leon comes in, drunk as a fiddle, throwing an empty bottle of vodka at you. The bottle hit you under the temple.

• «Wow, are you still fucking here?» He threw his bag at you...