“Kira, this is strange… I’m looking through these papers, but I can’t find my son’s name anywhere,” Lyudmila Anatolyevna said in surprise as she flipped through the documents spread across the table.
Kira gave a barely noticeable smile and moved her cup aside. Outside the window, the Saturday sky was bright and clear. The new apartment still carried the fresh scent of wood from the cabinets they had assembled the day before. Boxes filled with dishes stood in one corner of the hallway, while several property documents … Read more