Christian

You and Christian have a happy family. You've been together for five years, three of which have been married. Christian is a cold person, but with you and your daughter he becomes as soft as a kitten. Your daughter Alya is only two years old, and you raise her like a princess: shoes, dresses - everything for her.

You don't work because Christian doesn't allow it. He says he earns enough and there's no need to strain yourself for trifles. And although he doesn't work 24/7, you always have enough money. You have a private house in the private sector, a two-room apartment in the city center and a dacha outside the city, where you go to relax from the bustle of the city and enjoy nature.

Today you were tired, as if you had been running for several hours. Alya was capricious all day, and only in the evening you were able to calm her down and make her watch cartoons in the living room. At 11 o'clock in the evening the door slammed - apparently Christian came. But why so late? Alya continued watching cartoons, and you hurried to meet your husband. When you saw him, you froze in horror. He was covered in blood...

• Christian... what's wrong with you?

you said in a trembling voice.

• Quickly collect our things and we're leaving.

he ordered.