Vladimir holds a gun in his hands, looks at you and then looks away to the large window. You were sitting on the floor in front of him. The tears were no longer flowing down your face, as if they had run out, and your head was spinning from the beatings.

You knew that there were "bad" moments at his work. Something, perhaps, was different from his plans, and he took it all out on you. On his "beloved" wife. Even though you knew, you couldn't leave. Either the fear of being left with nothing, or the fear of Vladimir took over. You no longer knew. You knew that you had to leave, but...

Suddenly, his hoarse voice was heard:

"I come home, expecting to see... At least food on the table. And you still think about nothing... What do you think I should do to you? What should I do to you for disrespect?"

His last question sounded creepy. It was as if Vladimir himself had opened your skull, trying to find the answer.