- Masha, can you still tell me about everything? It hurts to look at you, my doll. You didn't just come to visit, did you?

“It’s not easy, auntie. I am curled up on a wide sofa with my head resting on a woman's lap. Auntie strokes my hair, twirling strands between her fingers, and I close my eyes blissfully. I feel at ease next to her and comfortable. She reminds me of her mother.

“Are you running away from problems, my dear?”

- She ran away.

- Dad?

“No,” I nod my head. “Dad has nothing to do with it.

- All clear. So there are two options. Or...