Silence Louder Than a Scream

“Sofya reached for the bedside table and turned off the alarm. With her eyes still closed, she got out of bed and went to the kitchen on autopilot. There, after brewing coffee, she fully woke up and even forced herself to eat a sandwich. In the refrigerator, there was nothing but bread and sausage.

Her apartment looked like a showroom in a sales office for new developments. It had everything: great renovations, fashionable things, and beautiful furniture. But her life’s rhythm was such that she came there only to sleep. Her whole life—breakfasts, lunches, and dinners—took place in the office where she worked or in restaurants nearby. That’s why the apartment still smelled of renovation, and in some places there was construction dust…”