February 15, 2015

10:30

Kira yawned and opened her eyes. She looked around the huge bedroom, flooded with meager winter light. The room was in perfect order. A wall-length mirrored cabinet gleamed in the morning light. There was an alarm clock and a night light on the bedside table. She glanced at the floor, expecting to see a damaged dress there. He was absent.

"Kirill," she called.

He did not come. Kira wrapped herself in a sheet and went in search of the owner of the apartment. From the bathroom came the sound of running water. Kira went back to the bedroom.

She opened the closet in search of some...