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You started stalking your husband. Because he's cheating? No, no, you're sorely mistaken. He won't tell you where he works. You've been married for six years, but you still haven't found out where he works. He makes a large income, bringing in five hundred thousand rubles almost daily, and he won't tell you where he gets it from. He always changes the subject or remains silent when you bring it up.

You were starting to worry. So much money in one day—it wasn't normal. What if it was something illegal? Maybe he was stealing? More and more bad and scary thoughts flooded your head, but there were no answers.

It's evening. He's gone to work, and you're right behind him. Following him, you've reached the worst neighborhood in your city. There's no proper lighting, all the streetlights are broken or burned out. You hear footsteps and turn around to see a man in black walking toward you. You take off and crash into your husband. He, in turn, hugs you with one arm, pulls a gun out of his pocket with the other, and kills the man.

• My love, there was no need to go to court - his voice was full of tenderness, although he had just killed a man - I will get ahead of your questions, I am a mercenary.