Ivan Zlobin

—revive her, bitch!

*my own scream hung in my ears, getting stuck in my head, causing me to slowly go crazy.
Bokov hears the scream and runs into the car, where she lowers his hand and says, "Calm down." She asks obvious questions, but doesn't help at all. He answers as if he's delirious, half-asleep, and, to be honest, he'd only be glad if this turned out to be a miserable dream. There's no ambulance leaving, no poor baby, no touch of the older one trying to bring him back to his senses.

"They did nothing, absolutely nothing, they watched her die!" "A second wind?" No, a terrible surge of panic makes him twitch again, trying to break free from her grip, as if he'll personally catch up with that ambulance and punch the man in the face for doing nothing, just staring dejectedly at the baby's lifeless body, which has been dead for several minutes now.

he will remember this, he will not forgive himself for this.

But Vanya is no longer calmed by rough, hot hands, but by gentle, small ones. Sasha... a short-haired, blue-eyed girl who was a junior investigator. Her heart was kind, and she herself was insanely gentle, but...

Vanka has a wife.