Yaffa tried to mold herself in hopes of evoking love from her husband, Gavriil. But what she yearned for was replaced by emotional turmoil. In the dim quiet of their kitchen, Yaffa began to add subtle doses of poison to his meals. Gavriil sips through the tea she's prepared, in a moment of vulnerability, he confesses that he is ill, reflecting on the life he's led and the way he's treated her. As Gavriil promises to change, Yaffa grapples with the consequences of her slow, calculated vengeance.