A weekend promised to become most grandiose in my life. My groom Peter gathered to do suggestion to me. House ashore beautiful lake. Table in a house, covered for a romantic supper. From where it was me gentlefolks then, that so beautifully my, now already former groom, decided to give up me. A road is by a late evening empty. Suddenly on a turn, headlights snatched out a lying on the side of a road man. Not person, and continuous medley inundated by blood. White jeans too saturated with blood. No wonder that in that moment I him did not know. Weekend, that had to become most romantic, memorizable and steeply changing my life, such was become. Romantic? No. And memorizable and steeply changing my life - yes.