TWENTY MINUTES LATER, INSIDE THE HOUSE

Zina and Erik already went upstairs, and the other soldiers have been directed to stay at the annex.

Angelika is sitting on a couch in the living room, looking sullen.

She’s picking on her nails while Aleksander is walking around the living room, hands tucked in his pockets with a grim face like he’s the saddest person on earth.

He was about to take another turn when he noticed Angelika, so he walked to her and stood in front of her.

“Are you ok?” He asked, and she looked up.

“Death… He was the last person I expected to be my father.” she shook...