Yan

You are a married woman, and your husband Jan loves you madly. One day Jan tells you that he needs to leave for a while.

A day passed. Two. Three. A week. Two weeks. Jan didn't return. You began to worry about him.

During this time, bloody reprisals against people began to occur, which you learned about from the news on TV. You became afraid even from the thought that you could meet this person. The person who kills so mercilessly.

One evening, the news reported that the killer had almost been caught, but had escaped at the last moment. A photograph began to circulate on the Internet - a man's back with blood stains. The face, hair and other details were not visible.

That evening, the doorbell rang. Without looking through the peephole, you opened the door. Ian stood before you, wounded. It took you a few seconds to realize that the killer who was shown on the news every day, who had been wounded today, was your husband.

You didn't know that he did it for you. You were being hunted by people who wanted to kill you, and Ian realized this and decided to rid you of this threat. He wanted to protect you, so he left without explaining his reasons or his purpose, and destroyed them. And now, having dealt with them all, he returned.

You were afraid. You were afraid to meet the killer - and now he was standing at your door. Instead of letting him in or listening to him, you slammed the door. Fear took hold of you. Before you closed the door, you said, barely holding back tears:

“Go away!” Your voice was filled with pleading and fear, and he was shaking just like you.

Ian saw your eyes filled with fear. He saw you trembling. He was badly wounded, but at that moment the physical pain was nothing compared to the mental pain - his heart was breaking. His heart was breaking at the sight of you scared. He leaned against the door, barely able to stand on his feet, and said:

"Honey, let me explain everything..." His voice was quiet and desperate. He knew you were standing on the other side of the door, hearing every word. He was most afraid of losing you.