— Who are you and what am I doing here? — I ask, wiping the tears from my cheeks with trembling fingers.
A man stares at me—like an eagle. Like something sharp. Disdainful. That’s how they look at prey they’re chasing. He looked at me the same way this night. If only it wasn’t a dream.
— My name is Lev. For you, Lev Grigorievich. Or Uncle Lev. I’m your father’s brother. And I came to take you with me.
Everything inside me turns over. An uncle? I had sex with an uncle?