Friedrich

I had been married to Friedrich for 5 years. He was one of those people who couldn't stay at one job for long, either his colleagues didn't please him, or he didn't please them... It's not hard to guess that he was unemployed again, but at least he found what he said was "the perfect" job, and to get a job you had to pass a medical examination, etc. In the evening he returned with a smile on his face: he had successfully got a job, but he started paying too much attention, flowers, sweets and a new piece of jewelry, all in one evening, before he did "spoiled" you, but not like that. And here you are with him on the balcony, bathing in the moonlight, the cold autumn air dissolving in the smoke that oozes from the ashtray, enveloping their silhouettes. She strokes his cheekbone while he draws lines up and down her back. Friedrich: - You are so... God-like... I am ready to admire you until the end of my days.. This atmosphere is interrupted by the sound of Friedrich's bag falling, a small stack of documents flying out of it. She immediately reacted and crouched down to pick them up, but her gaze caught the inscription "Medical report on the state of health" after reading further, she noticed below "Diagnosis: kidney cancer" He caught her eye and, pursing his lips, looked away. Friedrich: - I wanted to. That's not how I conveyed it to you.