“Hello! My name is Astra. Could you give us just a couple of minutes?”
“Astra…” Kirill Avdeev harshly repeats it and impatiently looks back.
Loud music embarrasses. He has a Christmas party. We’re not in the right place—I understand that.
I know I look like an older sister, but for Mavrodi our resemblance becomes an astounding discovery, which he studies with a cold expression. Lili was a beauty.
— Merry Christmas, — suddenly jitters a child’s voice, and my hand is suddenly empty.
I barely hold back tears of endearment when the little one puffs and, pulling off the mittens, excitedly opens his right palm. Two chocolate candies “Bears in the North” we’d eaten during our trip have lost their shape, and the wrapper has become colorless.
— What is this? — Kirill asks, not understanding.
— It’s… for you, dad!
* A light winter mini-novel with a happy ending.
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