“I want a divorce,” Pavel said in a hollow voice. “I’ll throw you out onto the street. You won’t get a single kopeck. Neither you nor your child.”
When Pavel and I first met, I was a little unsettled by his unhealthy attachment to his younger sister, Snezhana. There was a seven-year age gap between them, and Pasha had grown used to playing not just the role of an older brother, but also father, bodyguard, cash machine, and magic genie all in one. … Read more