Her scream deafens me. I press my hands to my ears so as not to hear this disgustingly loud scream. And the maid is not silent. The body of another lies at my feet.

- Killer! shrillly accuses me.

She herself is standing, all pressed against the wall, frozen in anticipation that I will attack. But why should I? Now there is no reason for me, but I am in no hurry to argue with a frightened woman. And yet she is wrong: the other lies by no means dead. And I hear the beating heart of the fallen.

I didn’t want to hit her in advance - the situation...