“Who is that?” Zhеньka points at the screen from which her father’s face simply won’t disappear. “Just an uncle,” I whisper, quickly lifting my eyes up so the tears don’t spill out. “They say he’ll be our mayor. A mayor is the one who runs the city. And also—he’s your father, who gave you up even before you were born.” “This is the man who threw me out of our home with nothing three months after our wedding and threatened to ruin my life if I ever dared to show up in front of him again.”