I don’t want to open my eyes, I don’t want Andrey to see that I’m not sleeping, because then I’ll have to talk, discuss what happened. How can I talk about it? I can't bear even the thought that my brother will start asking me about something. Therefore, I continue to lie with my eyes closed in Andrey's arms, spending the last drops of strength not to tremble and not give myself away.

Finally rising to the top floor and reaching his brother's bedroom, he opens the door and lays me down on his bed. With a gentle movement of his hand, he brushes the hair out of my face....