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The mansion of old Belich, this oil tycoon, was dark and empty. It seemed that there was no one in the house, only the wind was walking between the rooms, opening and closing shutters and slamming them, making noise. But that was not the case. There, in the farthest room, full of expensive collectible paintings of the Renaissance, on a wide bed lay the same old one. like the mansion itself, old man. HE tossed and turned from side to side and could not fall asleep. A thousand thoughts swirled in his head. He sat up. There was a bottle of lemon cocktail on the table near the bed, and after drinking a little, he wanted to get up and leave the room, but felt severe dizziness and lost consciousness.

The next morning, he found himself in a ward with a bunch of sensors, which are thin transparent tubes, as if bloodsuckers had grown to his body. Tearing them off, he wanted to free himself, but then his sweet and charming wife, his Magdalena, calmed him down, explaining that he had lost consciousness and that he was now in the hospital and that he should not be very worried.

– Magdalena. You … – began, it was, he, but she interrupted him, not allowing him to utter a word.

– Hush, hush… I’m near, I’m here.

– You… You… poisoned me – it seemed to him that he was screaming, but his voice was not heard and only his eyes were burning with such a fire of anger that Magdalena involuntarily turned away and took a pillow… put it next to it, like a small toy. Then she got up and left the room.

A minute later, a wild, bursting ringing broke out across the entire squad, announcing a catastrophe in one of its chambers.

And when Magdalena got into her car, the doctors ascertained the death of Belich, the great oil tycoon. According to the will, all his property went to her alone, despite the numerous relatives and nephews who were ready to challenge the will and even sue her, accusing her of premeditated death, but she was not afraid of them. As she expected, the jury took pity and took her side, the side of her ardently loving, grieving wife, now, unfortunately, a widow. And a month later, having sold the old wreck, she drove off with her Georges in an unknown direction. They only saw her. This mansion was bought for nothing by the most ordinary clerk of the most ordinary office of one outstanding, small company.