[Khym, spoken]
My name is Khym and for the very first time of my life, I've decided to relate the day my life was drastically changed. I was 20...it was a cold and rainy night... I was reading two letters untitled "Anthology II and IV" received a few days before: anonymous and strange letters telling strange tales with strange names which only my mum used to pronounce in her sleep...
When, suddenly, someone knocked at the door. I ran to open but no one was standing thеre - only another lettеr laying on the doorstep, and it was beginning by: "Dear Khym..."

[Whispers that shouldn't have been heard
These words had led to no return
Eavesdropping be paid for years
Mostly when it's greed, which leads to infamy

How words can seal her life? Come on!
HIdden lives, trafficked child, sales of organs
Whatever the wish, Shyrya is here]

[Diane Dusor, spoken]
Lead my path, I assent that this inexhaustible wealth is our mutual aim. I am your unconditional ally. My only condition: Keep our son away from our crime, his innocence cannot be tarnished by Shyrya's project

[Doubts interfere
Doubts are growing...
Even if all this sounds surreal
Doubts are now real

Her ear pressed to the door, shivering for fear
Her squeal as a betrayal and they heard the scream...]

[Lena Henin, to herself]
Run!

[Andre Dusor & Diane Dusor]
She heard us, I swear
Muzzle her, find a snare
Mind our son, think twice, father
She could cause the loss of Shyrya...must mute her

Find her a bed, a trap for her
Keep her quiet, we'll quibble later
Hidden lives, trafficked child, sales of organs
Imagine the scandal if this were to get out

Chloroform, flavoured veil
Be ready to welcome her in Shyrya
Chemical camisole and no one escapes my Shyrya

Over and over
I will pretend to share our son's pain
And show every effort for his endless search, in vain
Over and over
At the ceiling, her bleak eyes will stare