“You sold me?!” “No, I didn’t sell you—I gave you to him to raise,” the father shrugs. “He’ll teach you sense.” “That stuffed beast? What can he teach me—how to dodge blows?” I point at Tamerlan, who—like nothing is happening—sits and watches my hysteria. “Obedience and humility! I can’t keep covering for you all the time…” “Two police reports—it’s bad?” “Yes! Tamerlan becomes your guardian. I gave him full freedom.”