“Happy New Year,” the mother-in-law replied.
They clinked their glasses. They took a sip. They lay down.
My husband called me on January 1st.
“Mom, how are you? Oksana, how are you?”
“Okay,” Oksana replied. “He’s an actor. He’ll be in bed for a week, then we’ll see.”
“Are you feeling okay?”
Oksana listened, looking at the closed door to the living room.
“We’re going out.”
– Oksana, I know it’s hard…
“You’re on a mission, Kostya. You’re there, and I’m here. With your mother. On vacation. Let’s not talk about that.”
She hung up the phone and started to cry. Quietly, so no one would hear. In the bathroom, the water was running at full blast. Brown eyes stared back at her from the mirror, dark circles under them. 32 years old, two children, six years married. And the feeling that she was trapped in a strange, cold life.
On January 1, Galina Ivanovna asked him to take his documents out of his bag.
“I need to find my passport and the code,” he explained. “I would like to make an appointment for a health check-up through Helsinki.”
Oksana opened her old leather bag and
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