June 21, 2019

23:00

Kirill sat in the dimly lit bar for about three hours, methodically sipping whiskey. He waited until he was drunk enough to erase the image of the dead family from his memory, at least for this evening. Not wait. The body got used to alcohol and categorically refused to get drunk.

During the day, he now led a seemingly quite decent lifestyle: he disappeared into the office, went to meetings, examined projects. I used work as a way to distract myself, but any, even the longest working day, someday ends. Cyril preferred to spend evenings and weekends away from home, so as not to go crazy...