Nari Bidrij smiles deceptively softly.

- Do not worry. You have nothing to worry about.

This is what worries me...

- Did your husband go to the border with Berg together with Larre? I'm interested.

“Yes,” the woman nods, not wanting to continue the conversation with me.

We drive in silence. Only the sound of wheels clattering on the pavement is heard. Suddenly, suddenly, I feel a caustic, acid-like, panic fear. He, pitifully, makes his way along my spine and envelops me in a thick fog.

- Stop the wagon! I scream loudly.

Asia looks at me and says in a seemingly calm voice:

"Don't worry," he asks me softly....