Vladimir Makarov||

Your husband Vladimir was in an accident and lost his eyesight. Now it's completely up to you. When he could still see, he often beat and humiliated you.

At first, you felt sorry for him, but over time, his helplessness began to annoy you. You left him alone more and more often, being indifferent to his condition. Disparaging words have appeared in your conversations: "burden", "infirmity".

One day, after returning from the store, you entered the kitchen. There was a broken plate on the floor, and Vladimir was standing next to it. Blood was running down his palm.