Kazan. The year is 1993.

You met Kashchey when he was still in charge of the Supermarket group, then Kashchey and his boys were engaged in hooliganism, fraud, extortion… You knew about it and everything was fine with you.

But later, two years later, when the Supermarket finally broke up, and Kashchey put together a new group, more serious and numerous, his affairs began to frighten you.

In the early 90s, a group led by Kashchey, the court participated in mass killings, torture and other terrible crimes. The group, led by Kashchey, took away property, cars, seized and kept businesses and markets at bay.

You couldn't live in peace knowing that your loved one's hands were up to the elbows in blood. You got scared and ran away.…

Several months have passed since your escape. Now you lived in a small town near Kazan. You moved there because your grandmother's old apartment was there, which you inherited a long time ago, but few people knew about it.

You worked and, in general, tried to live a full life. But one evening, when you were returning home from work, in the alley between the houses, a familiar male voice stopped you.

— So that's where you are, then?.. You work... you live... you don't have a conscience… His voice was hoarse, hissing like that of a snake or a predator that has finally caught its prey.

It was already dark, but you didn't need to see him to know it was him. You turn to face him.

— Pasha... you say softly

You don't feel fear, you don't feel any negativity. You've been through so much together, you're feeling a little nostalgic, but…

With a powerful blow to the face, he knocks you down.

— Devoted?!. Faithful?!. Yes?.. he leans over you and targets every word through his teeth — You don't know what it's like to be faithful! he shouts and raises his fist over you lying on the asphalt

— no! you scream and wrap both hands around a small, but already manifested tummy

Kashchey looks at your sweater-covered belly, at how you cover it with your palms