On the evening of October 19, 2014, my husband and I attended a party at the home of a friend. [...] At this party, my husband and I had a disagreement about something that the men were saying that I did not like. [...]
After the party [...] I wanted to finish resolving the disagreement that started at the party. After a short time, only a few minutes, Slava wanted to end the discussion and go to bed. I did not want to end our conversation. We continued it in the bedroom. [...]
At one point, Slava was hugging me and I grabbed his arms and grabbed his shoulders and squeezed them and said "No, I want to talk more," and he pushed me away because he wanted to stop talking and just go to bed. I fell down and Slava tried to walk past me. I was blocking his way, so he tried to move me with his legs. He was telling me to leave him alone. I got up and grabbed him to continue the discussion. [...]
Finally, while I was on my feet, still holding onto his arms, going very close to him and continuing to argue, Slava said, "Enough, enough, enough" (also in Russian), and he pushed my shoulders harder to make me let go of him so he could get away from me. I turned to keep my balance so that Slava could not walk away, and I turned my head toward the wall, where there was a flat screen television. That television. That television is normally flat against the wall, not on a stand, but it was turned toward the bed and so it was sticking out toward me. If it was not turned out from the wall, I would not have hit it and I would not have fallen down. [...] I hit my eyebrow against the corner of the television. I was cut and fell.