WARNING: This and the following chapters will contains sensitive and gore contents. Reader's discretion is advised.
MAKYUSHÁ KÓMAROV'S POINT OF VIEW
Dark. Tight space. Hard to breathe.
These three words can describe the situation that I've always in since I was a child.
My mother's broken plea. My father's loud voice and cursed. The loud sounds of something broken. And the loud sound of my heartbeat while covering my ears.
I was five years old back then. Isang musmos na bata, pero maagang namulat sa kung gaano kadilim ang mundong ginagawalan namin.
I was too young and naive... that I viewed my mother, as someone weak, fragile, and pathetic. Too young... to hate women.
“YA govoril tebe! YA zhe govoril tebe perestat' prisylat' mne etu dryannuyu yedu!”
“I told you! I told you to
