“My name is Yevgeny,” the man said, his voice smooth, almost detached. “I’ve come for Matvey.”
Leonid had grown accustomed to solitude over the years. At 54, his life was simple and quiet—an existence marked by the echoes of memories from a past that seemed too distant to touch anymore. He lived alone in a small house on the outskirts of the village, where the hum of everyday life rarely interrupted … Read more