I need to feed myself. There’s just a week until I get my pension, counting every penny to get by…” whispered the grandmother.
Kirill sliced the meat automatically, guiding the heavy knife across the cutting board with steady confidence. The blade slipped through the fibers with ease, the fat separating effortlessly; his movements were precise and habitual. It was just another ordinary day: the buzz of customers’ voices, the ring of the cash register, the smell of fresh … Read more