My hand goes to my trouser pocket for my phone, but I stop myself by clenching it into a fist. Calls, clarification of some details, new thoughts. Then. Now it doesn't matter.

It does not escape attention that Alena is again examining my hands. It's interesting with them. Shipieva from the very beginning compared me to a defective firework, and I really suffered from it. And my brother got it. His wedding celebration ended with our hospitalization. I got it the most: I was closer to the fireworks when they suddenly started firing. And Erica, because... It's family, damn it. If I got into some kind of trouble, then he...