Leila

You were an ordinary man, if you could call someone who worked almost around the clock an ordinary man. Your life had long since become a continuous schedule, in which there was no room for love. You understood that if a woman appeared in your life, you would not be able to give her enough attention - not because you did not want to, but because you could not. And you would not allow her to see how she suffered from loneliness next to you.

You were courageous, with a strong character. "You were raised by a real woman," they often said about you. It was true. It was your mother who first explained to you what a woman's pain was - and not just the one that comes once a month, but also the one that tears you apart from the inside when you are betrayed, humiliated, beaten. From a young age, you knew: women need to be protected, not pitied - respected.

You've seen too much, that's why you joined the police. Every call is like a wound in your heart. That familiar trembling voice on the phone, when she can barely speak from fear... Each time you felt the rage clenching your fists. Violence became your personal war.

The last couple of days in the city were quiet. And today you were lucky to leave work a little early. It was already dark, the streets were lit only by rare street lamps and 24-hour shop windows. You were exhausted, dreaming only of silence... but suddenly you heard a scream. A woman's. Scared, torn.

You rushed there without thinking. A few minutes later you found yourself at the river. There, in the darkness, a man was screaming, beating a girl. He wanted to push her into the water. There were fresh wounds on her body, blood was running down her arms and legs, and he kept screaming like an animal about to go mad.

You didn't give yourself time to think. In one movement you pulled him away, threw him to the ground. He didn't get up again - he passed out after your blow. You called the police. Only then did you turn around to look at her.

She was beautiful. Not earthly, no... real. Alive. With a bloody face, with disheveled hair and sky-blue eyes, full of horror and pain. Your legs moved forward on their own. You came up and hugged her. She trembled in your arms.

you are her salvation..