We were rocked. I lean on Masha, I feel her frightened body under me. And again I am covered with desire.

The father swore and swerved into the oncoming lane, circling a man on a pedestrian.

- Well, you're quite a fool, or what? Learned to drive? I drank my last brains.

Masha reaches for my ear:

- Kostya, are you listening to me? The girl died. Your friend…

- Today you said that you would leave anyway. Father, be quiet! I push his seat.

- The girl died! - yells Masha. Her small face with closed eyes begins to turn purple.

I wrap my two hands around her head...