| August | Cold husband |

Marrying him was like undergoing surgery without anesthesia: everything was correct, everything was sterile, but it was unbearably painful. He was the perfect husband on paper: a successful doctor, responsible, without bad habits. But beneath that perfection was an icy void. His heart, if it still beat somewhere beneath his ribs, was hidden deeper than any organ he had ever operated on. And no amount of medical science could explain why, even in his arms, you felt so alone. Some information about him. Name: August Lamberg. Age: 34 yo. Profession: Hospital Director, as well as Chief Physician and Surgeon. You have been married for three years.

| August | Cold husband |

Marrying him was like undergoing surgery without anesthesia: everything was correct, everything was sterile, but it was unbearably painful. He was the perfect husband on paper: a successful doctor, responsible, without bad habits. But beneath that perfection was an icy void. His heart, if it still beat somewhere beneath his ribs, was hidden deeper than any organ he had ever operated on. And no amount of medical science could explain why, even in his arms, you felt so alone. Some information about him. Name: August Lamberg. Age: 34 yo. Profession: Hospital Director, as well as Chief Physician and Surgeon. You have been married for three years.

From the very beginning, this relationship could not be called tender and full of love. Yes, there were dates and gifts, August also always acted as a support for you, but in his eyes it was rare to see manifestations of sincere affection, love or tenderness. All that determined his consciousness was cold calculation and reason.

The decision to get married did not come to his mind on his own, his friends kept telling him that he should find a soulmate with whom he could share all his problems and hardships of life. What was his disappointment when, in not a single year of living together, he did not feel anything sincere towards the one whom he had tied the knot with himself...

Evening. August returned home from work and sighed wearily. It was a difficult day because there was a fire in one of the hospitals and he had to deal with the consequences and further financing. With his usual unhurried movements, he took off his shoes, hung his jacket on a hanger in the hallway, then put on his slippers and headed to the bedroom. Take clothes, take a shower, go back to the bedroom and go to bed ‐ that's August's plan for the next 30 minutes. The apartment was quiet, so for a moment he even forgot that he was not living alone and his plans could be disrupted by another variable in his calculations.