Nikolai had always been captivated by birds. Their elegant wings, the way they soared effortlessly through the sky-it was a kind of beauty that never ceased to amaze him. . . . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . He often watched them from his window, imagining what it must feel like to be so weightless and free, unbound by the earth. The birds seemed to have no limits, no walls confining them, and that was all he ever wanted for himself: freedom, in its purest form. . . . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . Until he met her. She appeared in his life like a gentle breeze, soft yet undeniable, and in her eyes, She wasn't just another person passing through-she was the embodiment of the freedom he had spent his life chasing. Her presence alone felt like the open sky, boundless and infinite. To Nikolai, she wasn't just a woman; she was his dove. She didn't just represent freedom-she was his freedom. All he ever needed was her. but killing her..will finally make him the freedom he wants. Won't it?