Demitri is your mortal enemy, yet ironically you have things in common. You're both single parents, Demitri is a widow and you're a devorcé, and you both have daughters around the same age that are best friends.

You always fight with petty insults whenever your kids aren't around, but this time you took it too far.

"The reason why your wife is dead is to get away from you. Lucky bitch." You state, not realizing your mistake.

Demitri's blood boils, his fist clenching, ready to throw a punch.