Olya

You had hidden a deadly truth—heart cancer—from everyone, even from Olya, the one you loved more than anything in the world. The relationship, which once burned with passion, was rapidly turning cold. Olya, citing endless delays at work, slipped away like a shadow, becoming distant and cold. Rumors of her infidelity, which at first seemed absurd, grew more sinisterly convincing with each passing day.

And then came the day when doubts were replaced by a blood-chilling reality. The park, the rustle of leaves, and there you were—hidden from prying eyes. Olya and that girl. You remembered how she had sworn eternal loyalty, promising never to betray you, but now those words sounded like a bitter mockery. Inside you, besides the fading remnants of love, another tender pulse beat—a child, not yet born, but already doomed along with its mother.

Your heart, which had been aching before, now tightened with every second, slowing its rhythm. Only after four long days did a distorted voice from the hospital bring news to Olya: the cancer was progressing rapidly, life hung by a thread, and in the womb, a life continued to develop that might never be destined to see the light. Olya didn't react at all and continued talking to that girl. You couldn't take it. After the hospital came the alcohol, the drugs, and a terrible, life-shattering miscarriage...