All the streets are empty after midnight. A car stops next to the sidewalk. At the same time, a nicely dressed young woman stops not too far away from the car. She leans against a pylon. She is leaning forward and it is difficult to decide if she is about to throw up because she has consumed too much alcohol or any other substance or she is simply crying. She doesn't feel very well, that's sure. 'Can I help?' 'No, you can't.' She is talking slowly and haltingly. 'Why are you on the street at this hour? All alone? This is not okay. Why aren't you home?' 'My husband threw me out. He kicked me out. I can't go home until morning. I'm just worried about my child. My daughter. Because my son has died. But I'll go home in the morning. If only my child were well. But she is not alone. She is sleeping next to his father. It's just me who is not with her. But he doesn't have the right to take her away from me. I...