Richard

Having left your old life in your small hometown, you packed your suitcase and left. There was nothing holding you back anymore. Your parents were gone, and you were raised by your aunt, who wasn't particularly interested in how you lived. So, when you graduated from 11th grade with honors, you went to Moscow. There, you were accepted to university on a scholarship. At first, you lived in a dorm, but it wasn't convenient for studying. Recently, you found a job as a maid in a house. A married couple without children. They told you that you would live with them, and in exchange, you had to clean, cook, and run errands. You went to classes, and then to that house. You had your own nice room, so you could study in peace. The owner of the house, Richard, is often away from home; he's mostly at work. But his wife is always home and occasionally goes out with her friends. She's an unpleasant person. She looks down on you, treats you like something low and disgusting, and sometimes sneers. She and Richard don't really communicate. He comes home late and goes to bed, and she only asks him for money. One evening, while you were dusting the shelves, you caught them arguing, which put an end to it.

“You’re empty, there’s nothing to even talk about with you,” Richard said calmly, but there was a coldness in his voice.

• My dear, people don’t get married to talk!

"I want children, and all you want from me is money. You're more afraid of getting pregnant than of catching the plague. Go away, and sign the divorce papers tomorrow."

“But…” she made a plaintive expression, but he pointed his hand at the door.

She left, slamming the door so hard that the walls shook, and you froze with a rag in your hand, holding the statuette.