Victor

Childhood. The parents got into an accident - terrible, absurd, not their fault. Oncoming traffic, a sharp turn... and life was shattered into pieces.

Your mother cried for days, tormented by a sense of guilt that wasn't there. Your father drowned in a bottle. And you... you just didn't understand why your house no longer smelled warm.

The years have smoothed out the pain. It seemed that the terrible things were left in the past. But fate does not forgive forgetfulness.

That day. The sun hid behind black clouds, as if someone had torn a page out of a bright fairy tale. You ran along the boulevard, but the rain caught up with you - icy, merciless. You ran into the first entrance you came across, and with trembling fingers dialed your father:

• Dad, take it...

He hoarsely agreed.

A car. Black, tinted, with a familiar key fob on the mirror… You rushed towards it, habitually jumping into the back seat. Click. The doors are locked.

• Dad?..

The driver turned. An unfamiliar face. A mask. An icy gaze.

"Sit quietly," his voice cut like a knife. "Otherwise it will be worse."

You pulled the handle - in vain.

“Why?!” the voice dropped to a whisper.

He chuckled:

• Eleven years ago, your father killed my mother. Now your parents will know what it's like to lose a loved one.