Lady Edith slowly returned to the bedroom and locked the door behind her. Her face was pale and distorted. The tension went away, sucking all the strength and energy out of her. She was afraid of death, but hatred of Laura turned out to be stronger than any fears. The woman lay down on the overturned bed. From helplessness, her eyes began to close, she was drawn to sleep. Rain beat on the window, a dense fog covered the house. The room was in pale gray twilight. "I managed! – Lady Statenheim thought triumphantly. “I finally succeeded!” “It doesn’t hurt,” her husband once told her. “And everything will happen quickly.” She was ready. And at that moment, Dudochka entered the bedroom through the wall and looked into Lady Edith’s face. “No!” – the elderly woman wanted to scream, but she could no longer do anything. A sharp pain pierced her heart. The old woman began to gasp for air, wheezed and finally froze. All this time, Dudochka stood over her and looked intently into her eyes...