What is not here now reminds me of the days when Masha was there, in the hands of that one , under his body, painfully slowly destroyed. Moral first. Then physically. What is present here also serves as a reminder. First and foremost, my father. Because all this shit happened because of him.

I wonder if he would give money if he asked? I convinced myself to the last that they would demand a ransom for her. This is how I justified my inaction. Inactivity for two days after her abduction.

There would be more of them.

If Machine's father hadn't sounded the alarm.

And if he hadn't, the police...