Coming home, I thought everything was left in the past.
But this past stands before me. It burns me with a dark, like night, gaze—promising a painful reckoning. There’s nothing left in him of that cheerful guy I remembered all these years. He became older, bolder, harsher, and he won’t forgive me.
Because it was me who made him into a monster…
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— Vlad, — squeals the girl, crawling into the farthest corner of the bed, — who is this?
— Nobody, — Shvetsov stands up from the floor without taking his eyes off me—just my wife’s sister.