I didn't manage to talk to my father in the evening. They came back late, I was already cut down. Well, when I went downstairs in the morning, Tonya said that my father had set sail on business.

“Bitch,” I blurted out.

Tonya, gasping, looked up with mute reproach.

- What? I asked passionately. - He allowed this goat to rummage through his mother's things ...

“Maybe I can make you some tea?”

What the hell is tea? Oh, yes, all of you! ..

I returned to my room. Angrily, he slammed the door so that a photo fell off the shelf. The glass, clinking, shattered into pieces. I looked...