In a ward of an expensive private clinic, a young woman was quietly fading away. The doctors moved around her cautiously, as if afraid to disturb d:ea:th itself. Periodically, they cast worried glances at the monitors, where the vital signs flickered weakly.
It was clear to them: even the largest sums of money couldn’t always bring someone back from the other side. In the mean time, a tense meeting was underway in the chief doctor’s office. Doctors in immaculate white coats sat around the table in the dim light.
Beside them sat her husband, a well-groomed businessman in an expensive suit. Young surgeon Konstantin was particularly agitated: he was passionately insisting on an operation. «Not everything is lost yet!
We can save her!» he almost shouted, sharply tapping his pen on the table. Then her husband said: «I’m no doctor, but I am Tamara’s closest person,» he began theatrically with grief. «And that’s why I am categorically against the surgery.
Why subject her to more suffering? It will only prolong… her agony,» he said with such feeling that even the most cynical people in the room shed a tear. The chief doctor mumbled uncertainly: «You may be wrong…»
But Konstantin jumped to his feet with anger: «Do you even realize you’re denying her the last chance?!»
However, Dmitry—this was the husband’s name—remained unshakable, like a rock.
He had his methods for influencing decisions, and he used them without hesitation. «The surgery will not be performed,» he said firmly. «I’ll sign any refusal.»
And he signed it.
One swift stroke of the pen—and the woman’s fate was sealed. Only some people knew the cruel reason behind such a choice. Dmitry had become wealthy thanks to her—her connections, her money, her intelligence.
And now, as she teetered on the edge of life and d:eath, he was already anticipating the moment when he could freely control her empire. His wife’s d:eat:h was beneficial to him—and he did not hide it from those who might expose him. He passed the chief doctor a «reward» that was impossible to refuse—to ensure the operation was not supported.
Dmitry had already chosen a plot at the cemetery for the living woman! «Excellent plot,» he mused, walking among the graves with the air of a real estate expert. «Dry place, an elevation.
From here, Tamara’s spirit will be able to gaze at the city.»
The cemetery keeper, an elderly man with deeply set eyes, listened to him with confusion. «When are you planning to bring… well, the body?»
«I don’t know yet,» Dmitry replied indifferently. «She’s still in the hospital.
Still hanging on.»
The man involuntarily choked. «So, you’ve chosen a place… for a living person?»
«Well, I’m not planning to bury her alive,» Dmitry scoffed. «I just know she’ll soon be out of her misery.»
Arguing was pointless.
Dmitry was was expecting a vacation abroad and a long-legged mistress. He dreamed of returning just in time for the funeral. «What a lucky calculation,» he thought, settling into his Mercedes.
«I’ll fly in, everything will be ready, the funeral—and freedom.»
The cemetery keeper said nothing more. All the paperwork was in order, the money had been paid—no questions, no objections. In the meantime, in the ward, Tamara continued to fight for her life.
She could feel her strength fading, but she didn’t want to give up. Young, beautiful, craving life—how could she just leave? Yet the doctors remained silent, their eyes lowered.
To them, she was already like a de:a:d leaf. The only person who stayed on her side until the end was a young surgeon named Konstantin Petrovich. He stubbornly insisted on the operation, despite constant friction with the department head.
And the chief doctor, in order to avoid ruining his relationship with the head of the department, always sided with him, who, as they said, was like a son to him. Unexpectedly, Tamara got another defender—the cemetery keeper, Ivan Vladimirovich. Something about the request for a burial plot raised suspicion.
After studying the documents, he froze: the maiden name of the dying woman seemed familiar. She was his former student—top of her class, smart and promising. He remembered how her parents had died several years ago.
Then he heard that the girl had become a successful businesswoman. And now, her name appeared in the documents for the grave…
«And now she’s sick, and this pampered parasite is already eager to bury her,» thought the old teacher, recalling Dmitry’s smug face. Something didn’t feel right.
Especially considering that Tamara’s husband, apparently, didn’t have any special talents—everything he had acquired was thanks to his wife. Without hesitation, Ivan Vladimirovich went to the clinic. He wanted to at least say goodbye or try to change something.
But he wasn’t able to speak with Tamara. «There’s no point in talking to her,» the tired nurse dismissed him. «She’s in a medically induced coma.
It’s better this way—she’s not suffering.»
Just as he was leaving, the young surgeon Konstantin called out to him—he was the one who had passionately insisted on the operation during the meeting. Ivan Vladimirovich explained why he was so deeply affected by the situation: «I can’t believe she’s doomed… It seems to me her husband deliberately wants her de-ad.»
«I completely agree with you!» Konstantin exclaimed. «She can be saved, but it will require decisive action!»
«I’ll do anything for Tamara!» the teacher replied.
Ivan Vladimirovich began recalling his former students, hoping to find someone influential. And he found one of his former students who had become a high-ranking official in the healthcare sector. He contacted him and told him all about Tamara.
«Do you understand, Roman Vadimovich, her life depends on you. She must live!»
«Ivan Vladimirovich, why are you using ‘you’ and ‘Vadimovich’? Thanks t
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