When I drive up to the house, there are no free parking spaces. I have to find parking on the other side of the street. Cursing and somehow putting the car, I hurry home.

The elevator slowly creeps up. The thought comes to mind that I will enjoy the end of today. Felix at the bedside of his ill mother, which means I can take a bubble bath and put my thoughts in order. I just need a plan of action.

Ira meets me at the door.

- Tasha! Where are you wearing? she asks angrily.

- I went to visit Yuri Sergeyevich. He’s sick,” I explain, kicking off my...