Vito's life used to be perfect. A month ago he had visited his parents, now their graves adorned the town cemetery. Ten days ago he slept in his wife's arms, now she had another man. A week ago he was rich, now he had nothing. Yesterday he was smiling, today he's hanging from a chandelier.

Oxygen abruptly stopped flowing into his body. Vito gasped for breath, and it felt as if he were sitting in a stuffy room with the windows firmly shut, among people he hated with all his puny heart. To be honest, the asphyxiation had come a long time ago, a few years ago, when he'd started living by his family's rules and married Milana. But he didn't want to admit it. Because everything was perfect. Everything was supposed to be perfect.

But in the end, his life had been destroyed. And the only thing he wanted to end it was soon. So Vito closed his eyes and...

The pain suddenly disappeared. He no longer felt the rope around his neck, and a pleasant warmth enveloped his body. Vito was hesitant to open his eyes until at some point he started to hear noises and voices in his apartment. Looking around the room with blurred vision, he found a man in the uniform of an rescue worker in front of him. He was holding Vito tightly in his arms and shouting to his partners to call an ambulance.

"Let me go," Vito said softly, his voice weak and every sound burn in his throat.