“What do you poison cockroaches with, Mom?”
“With Mashenka?”
“This cockroach gets a new Mashenka every day.”
“Won’t do.”
“Dichlorvos?”
“A tough one. It’ll sniff it and get even worse.”
“A-a, so you mean our neighbor…”
“I agree—dichlorvos is useless here.”
“Father with an incense burner? An exorcist? A lunatic?… Better stay away from him, my dear.”
***
“Away?” Good advice, but I didn’t want to listen to mom. I did something much better—I declared war on that arrogant, shameless, cynical rich guy.
But… why is he looking at me so strangely?