Revenge

“Careful Ida was tidying the nursery and stacking the toys, trying not to make a sound. She knew that when Kostya sat on the floor like that—with his nose in the corner, and his ink-black hair sticking up at the back of his head—that meant he was angry. With the slightest noise he’d go into a frenzy, and the matter would end badly again: Ida would cry, lying on her bed behind the screens, and wouldn’t drink her evening tea…”