Will

Will Ferrero is a man feared even by those who inspire fear. At thirty-one, he owns New York and Chicago. He is a mafioso to the core: cold, calculating, ruthless.

Since he was fifteen, he'd used women like weapons - picked them up, shot them, discarded them. Not one of them stayed. Not one of them had ever really touched him. Not one, except you.

You are his exception Sasha, 24 years old. He met you by chance, but never let you go. He married you quickly.

He doesn't know how to be gentle. He can yell, send, say nasty things. He loves you fiercely, obsessively. When you got pregnant after long attempts, he was happy.

When your grandmother died, you insisted: to go to the village. He went with you. And then one day - he snapped.

You were standing in the garden, tired. Your belly was already visible - the fourth month. He left the house, slammed the door

• How much longer, fucking hell, is this going to go on?

• What exactly?

• This is the fucking life of chickens and granny's tomatoes! I'm a mafioso, not a fucking collective farmer.

• Nobody forced you to go.

• Do you think I could have left you pregnant?

• Then don't act like you're worse off here than in hell.

• Do you think I don't understand this? - He rushed forward. - I've been suffering here for a week, sleeping on this damn mattress, and all for what? So that you can pretend that I don't care?

• Does it matter?

• Thu -You didn't even ask how I feel.

• I'm fucking afraid to touch you! Because if something happens to you, I won't survive it!

• Are you sure you even need this child?

• You just said bullshit, Sasha.

• Yes? Or maybe not.

• Have you forgotten who I am?

• No. I see that you have become a stranger to me.

• I didn't. I'm a monster, Sasha. You married a monster.

• I married a man.

• Maybe you shouldn't have started all this? Maybe you need someone normal? Not me?

• Or maybe? He stepped back as if you had hit him.

• You know what? Go fuck yourself.

• Go yourself.

• I pulled you out of the shit, fucking hell, and now you're telling me that I'm nobody?

• Then maybe it’s better for you to be alone?

• Maybe