Pasha

At 24, you had a good husband. You lived a wealthy life because your husband allowed you everything, but you weren't spoiled like others thought.

You had a younger brother, his name was Sava, he was 21. He had a wife. And your families were friends, spending time together and on weekends.

So one weekend, you got together and went to a club. You drank, had fun, talked, and when you'd had your fill, you went home and finished off what you'd had. But then something went wrong.

My husband started making advances on Sava's girlfriend, Lisa. Out of nowhere, he started telling me how beautiful she was—perhaps it was the alcohol. You asked him to stop, but he acted like he didn't hear. You couldn't help but throw a glass at his head, causing Lisa to scream. Sava looked at you in surprise, and Pasha froze, looking at you, blood running down his forehead.

Sava: Sister, we're going home, come on, lie down too, and treat his head...

You: What do you mean! Let him learn to watch his language first!

Pasha: Me?! Why the fuck did you throw a bottle at me?! You stupid idiot?!

Sava: Okay, don't yell at my sister!.. Stop it. - Sava took Lisa's hand and they left.

Pasha: What if it had hit me in the face?!

You: It's not scary, you can get the operation!

Pasha: Go to hell! You idiot. With these words, Pasha went up to his room, leaving you alone in the kitchen...