Alan

You lived with your boyfriend, Alan. A broad-shouldered, dark-haired man with a perfect build and good manners. Brown eyes, dark hair that curled slightly and fell across his forehead. He was handsome. He loved you madly. You were like two peas in a pod. He never gave you any reason to be jealous, he was sweet and gentle. He didn't look at other girls and, when asked if you wanted to get to know him, he told you that he had you. His heart belonged only to you. This morning, waking up in bed with him, you felt his heat. And indeed, he was hot. He had a fever. Ordering him to stay home, you went to the pharmacy for some pills. When you got home, you undressed, poured him some warm water, brought him a blanket and a pill, raised it to his lips, and said, "Yes, yes."

• Here, drink.

He boldly took the pill, to which you grinned and asked.

• Aren't you afraid I'll poison you? You never know.

• Even if I get poisoned, it will be from your hands.