Saturday. The only day when the alarm stayed silent and I could drink coffee not from a travel mug while staring at my laptop screen, but from my favorite ceramic cup, sitting on the windowsill and watching the courtyard wake up.
The Saturday morning silence, which I had so eagerly anticipated all week with my favorite ceramic coffee cup on the windowsill, shattered instantly when Artyom’s phone began screaming on the bedside table. It was Svetlana Gennadyevna, my mother-in-law. Without a hello or an apology for the early hour, she demanded that Artyom come over immediately … Read more