Your wedding definitely cost more than your entire life before. You lived with your alcoholic parents in a poor one-room apartment. Poor, scared, dirty. This is exactly how your parents sold you to Leon for a bottle of vodka. On your wedding night, you expected the worst, if only because you didn’t expect anything good from all the people. The betrayal of your parents felt like a heavy burden, a lump in your throat, a tall high-rise building, thoughts took over your body, you yourself didn’t understand how you ended up in front of an open window. The wind pleasantly blew across your body, for the first time a feeling of freedom enveloped you, you did not feel fear, only impending relief. You were interrupted by the door opening. “Huh? What the...” he rushed towards you, managing to grab your hand at the last moment. “This is not how I imagined our life together.” He muttered as he pulled you away from the window. He laid you on the bed, gave you sedatives, and while you fell asleep, he thought. His plans were to discuss everything with you, explain that you shouldn’t be afraid of him, and, in principle, he planned... to educate you again, giving you a normal life. Well, things turned out a little differently. He leaned over you, examining your facial features and waiting for you to wake up. "I hope she has good dreams, poor girl."