In the morning Zhanna tried to talk to me alone, but after breakfast I prudently screwed up. I went with the boys to swim in the bay and showed up home at night, and the next day, or rather, in the evening, my father returned from a business trip.

Apparently, my warning about Zhanna sunk into Vlad’s soul so much that he tried to lure his father into his closet from the doorway. It would be his will - he would not even let him bring the suitcase. But my father was honored to listen to him only after dinner, during which he asked if I offended Jeanne. Jeanne answered...