Orphan. A Fictitious Family for the Governor

A fluffy white lump with a pink tinge pops out into the road. At the last moment, the assistant turns the wheel. We jump out of the car, horrified to see a little girl on the shoulder. Long white hair, pink cheeks. Wrapped in an enormous pink scarf.

— You have to help me!— the accident victim declares.

I still think I’m seeing a dream. This can’t have happened to me for real.

— Where’s your mother? Your parents? What are you doing here alone?

— I don’t have anyone, — says the vision. — I’m an orphan. But Masha took me in for the weekends. And now she’s sick. She’s burning up and won’t wake up. Help! I know you can…