Bonus short story told from Alexey’s perspective for the novel “The Term of Your Unloved Love.” How can you want love in a world where absolutely everything is bought and sold—where your own closest people can be betrayed for a crisp bill? And you want love, crave its gentle touch, taking those hot, lustful looks and those brief spasms of your body relaxing as proof of its arrival?
Then I have bad news for you, girl. You’re the same as everyone else, and maybe worse than all the rest, because you’re sold for miserable, pitiful illusions—you console yourself with a phantom hope that can vanish in a single moment like a faint ribbon of smoke in the air.