Martin Raus

Soon you became pregnant, and he began spending even more time with you. Day and night, he was there. He brought you water, helped you, fed you, and went shopping with you. Despite his mafia duties, he managed to do everything you asked.

Nine months passed very quickly. You were admitted to the hospital early, to prevent anything worse from happening while you were home. Night. You woke up with stomach pains and felt like there was water under you. You screamed, either from fear or from the fear of losing the baby.

The nurses wheeled you into the delivery room. One of the nurses alerted your friend, and she arrived. She was sleepy and disheveled. While you were in labor, tearfully begging her to call Martin, but he didn't pick up. Lara tried calling him, dialing his number again and again, but he hung up. The baby was crying. You've given birth. Lara exhaled, but the crying suddenly stopped.

You were holding your newborn baby in your arms, he was crying loudly, but suddenly he stopped. He just went silent. The doctor took the baby away and checked his pulse. He wasn't breathing.
He was sitting in his office, whiskey in hand. When he heard his wife was giving birth, he was about to go into the garage, but overheard his workers talking. After that, his face changed. He didn't come.
You lay on the couch, looking at the lifeless body of your firstborn. You closed your eyes and fell asleep.