“…Restaurants, bars, cottages. And everywhere, cognac, champagne… Almost.
No—that wasn’t it. Back then everything was still fine.
But then… Alyoshka… His ridiculous death cut straight to my heart! The only son, the heir of an old family. Carrier of hopes and traditions. Smart. Handsome. He worshipped me… Everything collapsed. With him, half of my soul went underground. Then—mother. In the same year…
Then Olga left. Well, that’s—natural. Only the son bound us together. She didn’t love me, didn’t understand me. She needed a household dog: if she wanted, she petted it; if she wanted, she sent it away.
Natural… But with her left everything else. The soul went empty.
And that’s when it arrived—pink, red, white. Wine. So much wine. A villain with a sticker. And it all started…"
To brothers and sisters who are dying from alcohol, with love and hope.