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On May 2nd, my son sent me a birthday cake. I didn't have time to try it—I gave it to a neighbor, an elderly woman whose grandson had just arrived. And that morning, the investigator called. Nina Semyonovna and her fourteen-year-old grandson were in intensive care. They found sleeping pills in the cake. A huge dose. Meant for me. I thought the worst thing was finding out who did it. It turns out the worst thing was understanding why. And deciding what to do next when the traitor is your own blood. This story isn't about revenge. Or justice. It's about what happens to a father when everything he believed in collapses. And about whether it's possible to put a family back together—from the very fragments he himself failed to save. Watch until the end. The ending is worth every minute.