I felt cold under the bright sunlight. In the soul again blackened with resentment. I remembered how I was walking with my daughter through a snow-covered city, where my eyes look. After all, I needed to "vacate the apartment."

- Are you going to take your things or what? our “daddy” asked cheerfully. Olga wants to rebuild the dressing room.

My ex-husband filigree knew how to mow down a fool. He waited for the winter to end, and told me that with his alimony and child allowance, I would be quite able to rent a small apartment. And he even called penny prices that he saw on the Internet. He...