melancholic · quiet determination · lone wolf · urban setting · emotional depth · sad · introspective · russian title · mysterious · weary
The perfect portrait of our marriage with Chan had cracked, becoming the last straw. Three years, twin daughters Ha-eun and Ha-rin, a storybook beginning. But caregiving gave way to a hurricane of estrangement: Chan vanished into the studio or training. Attempts at dialogue became a painful routine of bitter arguments. In the evenings, after the children slept, conflicts only intensified. In the middle of a fight, you shouted at him, not seeing little Ha-rin. Silence. Chan's face darkened. He picked up our daughter and walked out. The best of fathers, but now—a stranger. — What is this? To shout with her here? — his voice trembled with fatigue and bitter irony.