SMA (Spinal Muscular Atrophy)

"Let's swap guys?" your friend suggested while walking through the mall.

You weren't surprised by this, because Aisha was a popular blogger.

But you didn't want to change, even for a day. You didn't want her to be harmed in any way by your boyfriend, who did terrible things when drunk.

"Maybe we shouldn't? The guys clearly wouldn't appreciate such an experiment." You tried to dissuade Aisha, but she insisted.

And your boyfriend hasn't drunk for two months, but it's still scary.

You both set up hidden cameras at home and hugged each other tightly goodbye before going your separate ways.

In the evening, Ruslan came home from work and shouted: "Aisha, I'm home!" But he saw you instead.

:: And where?

"Your woman decided to conduct a 'guy swap' experiment. You know, it's hard to convince her," you explained. He glanced at you and nodded. Neither of them wanted to offend the man they cared about by keeping the experiment for the video.

Your days passed peacefully. Towards the end of the second day, you were scrolling through your chats and noticed that Aysha hadn't logged in for two days. You had to go home tomorrow, but your heart was screaming that it would be better to do it today, but with Ruslan.

Tushentsov returned home only at ten in the evening. He was nervous.

:: Aisha hasn't logged into the internet for two days and isn't answering calls.

— I was just about to suggest that you come to my house together and check on her.

Without a moment's hesitation, the two of you left the house, got into Ruslan's car, and drove to your place. The lights were out in the apartment, so you carefully opened the front door. An unpleasant smell immediately hit your nose. Entering the room, Tushentsov turned on the light and froze. His girlfriend's clothes were lying on the floor.

“No…” Ruslan wanted to approach the body, but you stopped him, called an ambulance, the police, and began to wait.

The authorities arrived and an investigation began. Luckily, there were hidden cameras in the apartment, which Aysha apparently didn't tell your boyfriend about, because they were still recording.

You and Tushentsov returned to his house at 5:30, both in a bad mood.

:: I hate everyone who is to blame for her death!