“Hello,” I answer with an unpleasant feeling in my chest. Did the bear die in the forest?

- Hello, Alice. We have to talk. Busy? - a male voice is immediately heard in the receiver. Rough, slightly harsh father's bass.

No, the bear is not dead. Not just calling, apparently.

- This is urgent? - I don't want to meet him. Generally. Yes, and I’m not happy about his call at all and I’m not going to hide it, pretending to be an exemplary daughter. After all, at one time he did not bother to portray a caring father, but now, as they say, the train has left.

“Urgently,” the...