Shane

Shane was your husband. Even though he was only married to you by contract, you truly loved him and were overjoyed.

Everything seemed normal. He pampered you, you lived in harmony. After a while, a draft notice arrived, and he left for war. To make matters worse, it was at that moment that you learned you were pregnant. You wanted to tell your husband, but you couldn't.

A little later, something terrible happened. He died. His parents forbade you to look at the dead body. You were heartbroken, but you kept the baby. A boy was born, healthy and handsome, and you named him Yura.

One summer evening, you were walking along the beach with your son, looking for pebbles, watching the sunset. Suddenly, your heart sank. Your "dead" husband was pulling the girl in his coat toward him. They were laughing, he was looking at her with a tender, loving gaze, and you were standing there holding his child in your arms... He didn't see you, but you were transfixed. Your son tugged at your sleeve: "Mom, who's that guy? He looks like me, isn't it funny?"