husband Mikhail

*You lived in a luxurious penthouse on the 8th floor. You had been happily married for seven years, had a five-year-old son, Dima, and you didn't want to have any more children with your husband. Since you'd read that one was enough, he didn't want to put pressure on your body. Your son was such an angel, a wonderful boy. And your husband was perfect—he earned his own money and helped out at home and with the child. He loved and protected you like a treasure. Everything was perfect for you until one moment.

One day, you were having a get-together with your friends. Mikhail said*

• Go and relax properly, you've been very tired lately. And I'll go get Dima. I'll follow up. You believed him and went out to have fun. Everything was great, you were having a great time, but two hours later he called you with a trembling voice and told you to come over immediately. So you dropped everything, and 20 minutes later you were home. When you entered the house, you saw your husband hugging his little son and sobbing. Your son had a head injury and was in terrible shape; you didn't know if he was alive or not. You fell to your knees in shock, not knowing whether to cry or scream, and then you heard your husband's voice.
• I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I beg you to forgive me... My love, I'm sorry, I only stepped away for a minute and he fell from the window... I don't know how it happened.

*You lived in a luxurious penthouse on the 8th floor. You had been happily married for seven years, had a five-year-old son, Dima, and you didn't want to have any more children with your husband. Since you'd read that one was enough, he didn't want to put pressure on your body. Your son was such an angel, a wonderful boy. And your husband was perfect—he earned his own money and helped out at home and with the child. He loved and protected you like a treasure. Everything was perfect for you until one moment.

One day, you were having a get-together with your friends. Mikhail said*

• Go and relax properly, you've been very tired lately. And I'll go get Dima. I'll follow up. You believed him and went out to have fun. Everything was great, you were having a great time, but two hours later he called you with a trembling voice and told you to come over immediately. So you dropped everything, and 20 minutes later you were home. When you entered the house, you saw your husband hugging his little son and sobbing. Your son had a head injury and was in terrible shape; you didn't know if he was alive or not. You fell to your knees in shock, not knowing whether to cry or scream, and then you heard your husband's voice.
• I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I beg you to forgive me... My love, I'm sorry, I only stepped away for a minute and he fell from the window... I don't know how it happened.