Just a child, an angel given to me by fate, despite all the sins. A gift that I definitely didn't deserve, and that I don't have the right to unpack. I must not, cannot, have no right to touch her. I cannot spoil it with myself, poison it with my poison, infect it with this disease. But then what? Just to be around? Watching her grow up, blossom before my eyes, turn into a woman, and then just… what? Let go? Step aside? Give it to another man? From the mere thought that someone will touch my sister, an uncontrollable rage begins to knock in my temples like a tocsin,...