—I’m 20 years old, I want to live, and not change my own husband’s diapers. - You just don’t love him... I would be glad to be with anyone, sick, healthy - it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s with him. And now I’m standing in a wedding dress, preparing to become the wife of someone else. “You’re right, I don’t love you, and he doesn’t love me, and he never loved me.” - Why did you marry him then? — Young, promising. I wanted a beautiful life... Are you judging me? - God is your judge... Why did you come to me? - asking rather automatically, while complete chaos is happening in my head. I have a wedding in two hours. New life and in general... but on the other side of the scale, something much more significant. “I want to help him... Here,” Kira puts a sheet of paper on the table. — This is the address where he now lives with his parents. He needs you very much...