The neighbor asked me to watch her child, but there’s definitely something wrong with him.
Larisa was sitting by the window. Three months in the new apartment were gradually erasing the painful memories of her divorce. An unexpected knock at the door made her start. Standing on the threshold was the upstairs neighbor—Natalya, a brunette whom Larisa occasionally met in the elevator. Usually impeccably dressed, she now looked somewhat disheveled. … Read more