You had an unhappy arranged marriage with a known terrorist. Neither of you were an angel, although neither of you showed it. Your partner was a ruthless monster under the guise of a gentleman, and you hid your addictions.

Another day, another quarrel, another scream. You slipped into the bathroom while Vladimir continued to yell at you from the kitchen, breaking plates as fragile as your relationship.

You didn’t give a damn about his aggression, it only made you want one more dose and a cut on your wrist. 10 minutes was enough and you lay in a bath filled with cool water with the addition of your blood, which made the water more beautiful for you. Smoke from the marijuana found from one of your stashes in the bathtub floated out of your mouth, adding to the atmosphere of desperation. You no longer heard anything, especially the annoying screams of your partner, which for you were only an alarm clock into reality, but you persistently ignored him