"I killed your brother, right by the sea. The bullet flew into his forehead like a fly during a fast motorcycle ride."

Hank suddenly informs you, ignoring your condition. You're on the verge of a breakdown right now, not knowing how to react at all.

And the guy tells you everything in great detail, leaning closer to your face so that you can hear clearly.

Just three days ago, Borya was standing with a raised pistol pointed directly at his opponent. Thoughts were churning in his head, his heart was pounding louder than ever. He felt a mixture of adrenaline, fear, and determination.

The brother of the girl Hank loved so madly, looked at him with a mocking smile, as if knowing that Boris had no other choice.

Love can lead a person to do the craziest things. Although Hank has always been a reasonable, young man, he saw only one solution in this tragic plot.

Looking into the eyes of his opponent, Henkin understood that he was probably doing the wrong thing, he was not saving you, but forcing grief into your family through an open door. What others might call madness was the only right choice for him. He couldn't keep watching your brother bully you with impunity. This humiliation had to end.

A prolonged silence hung in the air for a moment, as if preparing to deliver its verdict. And then, suddenly, the first shot rang out in the evening gloom.

The weapon wavered in Hank's hands, but he did not loosen his grip. He saw his opponent twisted from the blow, falling to the ground dead.

Borya told you all this, and you listened, listened carefully.

"I killed your brother, I'm the killer."

You cry and cling to him like a lifeline. But he doesn't even touch you.

You're not happy, you're not sad. You're sorry for Hank's.

The young man thought he had saved you, but in the end he condemned you to eternal moral suffering. He hates himself and is proud of himself at the same time.