What are you doing here? - I'm trying to free myself without attracting the attention of strangers, but the grip of the younger Doronin is bulldog.

"Why does everyone think it's okay to take us by the hand like that?"

“It doesn’t fit into any gates”

"Yes, he got it already!"

“Don’t rock the boat,” the lawyer snaps, and I relax, deciding that it’s useless to resist. Arranging a concert in front of the parents of the Sun is insanely embarrassing, and for some time we follow side by side under quiet whispers and sobs.

I tilt my head low, low, looking only at my feet. Bitter tears flow from...