It seemed to Mrs. Beroev that they all live in some kind of parallel reality. Where she still gets up at six in the morning to see her husband off to work, gathers her younger children to school and takes the metro to the hotel to take the shift, and Vera ... she stayed overnight at Rosa and is about to call home to ask for Mrs. Beroev to meet his daughter at the bus stop, because Vera does not like to walk alone late at night. She has been afraid of the dark since childhood.

Only Vera won’t call anymore, she won’t laugh at cartoons about SpongeBob with her...