“Ksenya, they’ve raised the alarm,” — her husband’s voice was barely audible. “They’re already approaching after us, so don’t expect to go home.”
“Wait, Kirill. What about the backpack, the things—how you…”
“No time, they’ll hand everything out there. I’ll call you back as soon as I can. Wish our son a happy birthday.”
The dial tones seemed to hit all my nerves at once.
In the morning, my husband left for his service as usual, and a few hours later I found out—where he was being sent. But at that moment, I couldn’t even imagine what we’d have to go through.
Him… Me… Our family.