Sven’s face suddenly hardened, his breathing almost stopped. With a heavy groan, he stood up and trudged to the easel on stiff legs, like a decrepit old man. On the portrait of Melinda, namely on her left cheek, an ugly purple spot spread, exactly the same as Eve’s. “Melinda!” – he shouted in despair. - Get the hell out! Finally, leave me alone!” With trembling fingers, he ran over the ugly spot - the paint was not fresh! This couldn't have been the work of man!