— He’s standing by my house again… — I say with utter despair in my voice.
I’ve felt uneasy for days.
— Who?
My friend comes over to the window, and now we both peek out from behind a loose curtain at the street.
A dark car. Expensive. Indecently expensive for our town. In it sits the one who owns this place where I live.
All of us in this town belong to them—the three Borzov brothers. Dangerous, reckless, uncontrolled by anyone or anything.
— It’s Yan Borzov, — I whisper as if he might be able to hear me — he’s been here for the third day. And yesterday I ran into him at the institute. This guy definitely wasn’t there by accident. Yan was waiting for me.
— Look, Lika, our town’s handsome boy is into you. He’s fallen in love!
— Such people don’t fall in love…