“Girl,” I try to speak as gently as possible, “what’s your name?”
“Mom calls me a little bunny,” the child answers barely audibly, pressing herself even harder against the cold concrete wall.
She’s afraid to look up at the menacing gangsters surrounding her.
Her wet little white dress sticks to her body, which trembles with cold.
“Are you a good uncle? A kind one?”
Laughter answers instead. Me and a “good kind uncle” are things that don’t go together.
I shush— and everyone immediately falls silent.
I take off my jacket and drape it over the girl’s shoulders.
“Tell me, Little Bunny, where is your mom?”
While clearing the industrial area of Vадик Буры’s men, I unexpectedly stumble upon a small girl hiding. How could she end up here alone—and in such a condition? Her mother is clearly in trouble. The little one asks for help. And her green eyes lift from the bottom of a long-forgotten memory and make me remember another one…