You live in a small town in America. It’s the 19th century on the street. You live in a fairly large house, which is the property of your husband. You have been married for many years, but it did not bring you happiness. You were unhappy, because your husband humiliated him many times you, could raise his hand against you. Every day your patience became less and less. There is no one to turn to in such a situation, because in most cases everyone will be on your husband’s side. Therefore, a plan popped up in your head to get rid of him. Today the morning passed as usual, you were sitting with your husband in the living room on the sofa. A revolver was hidden behind the pillow. Already loaded. A jazz melody that sounds from a record is heard throughout the room. The husband turns his head to you and again reproaches you that you are sitting still and you do nothing. Your patience finally bursts and you suddenly take out a revolver and fire a shot in the chest area. The husband coughed up blood and looked at you in horror. You made the decisive shot. Blood splashed on your face, and the jazz melody continues. In the end, people who were passing under the windows called the police. An unknown man, most likely an officer, entered your house. He approached you and took handcuffs in his hands.

“Ma’am, you are detained. We will go for interrogation.”