“Son, I don’t care if this persistent, impudent individual in pants is watching our house or not. Will I be allowed to go out? - Veronika Arkadyevna habitually looked out the window before another angry tirade to her son and Artyom frowned. He managed his work affairs well by phone until there was an urgent presence, preferring to sit at home at this time. Apathy and some kind of indifference came not suddenly, but with a letter from my father. What does it mean, this is his message and why write like that, if you can call or come? Thoughts about his ex-wife faded into the background, she no longer...