Let go.

Ilona slipped out of the arms of the indifferent man and wearily slapped into the kitchen. She made coffee, drowning in despair and sadness, and sat by the window, watching Mehmet, who rocked his swarthy grandson on a swing.

Will it make me feel better? She took a sip of the bitter goo.

“Not if you continue to be stubborn and play proud alone. I can be your friend, Pinky, - the man sighed heavily. You have found a new family.

"God," she closed her eyes. There is nothing more disgusting than living next to someone who simply tolerates you. I don't want to be a forced part...