For an hour I silently wandered around the apartment, watching the dawn. It was unbearably nauseous to the point of a headache. In the gloomy hallway, my attention was drawn to the package that Sevka had forgotten. I threw everything on the floor and gasped. Dried brown spots on clothes spoke of possible wounds that a normal person could not help but notice. And even though I didn’t look like a normal person yesterday, only there were no fresh wounds on the man’s body, I examined it as best I could. The blood slowly rushed to her cheeks, to at least give the appearance of a shamed girl, because for...