The husband brought a drunk into the house for his wife, then ran off to his mistress. But after some time…
Zhanna sat in the kitchen; her eyes were puffy from tears, her hands shaking. Yesterday her husband, Andrey, had come home acting strangely—silent, avoiding her gaze, nervously fingering something in his pocket. And this morning he announced, as if handing down a sentence: “I’m leaving, Zhanna. I need to be alone. But I can’t leave … Read more