What do you do when your way of life crumbles around you? And everything that you thought made you safe proves to be a trap? Would you look back on your life, and try to sort out what went wrong and when? Is Sukhanov a hero or a fool? It's up to you.
For a while after that they sat in silence. The wine tasted of youth and sun; in the fireplace, hidden moisture hissed within slender aspen branches; two rooms away, in the kitchen, the cuckoo in the old clock reluctantly coughed eight times. Beyond the windows, Sukhanov imagined he could see the glint of stars circling unhurriedly through the skies.