— Son, tell your wife to moan less at night! I didn’t move in with you to listen to that indecency! My heart is weak—I need peace and quiet!
— Mom, what’s wrong? Nikita walked into the kitchen, drawn by a sharp, medicinal smell that overpowered even the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Marina Gennadyevna sat at the table, deliberately slowly dripping a dark liquid from a bottle into a faceted glass. Corvalol. Her battle standard, her shield, her weapon. She didn’t look … Read more