Two years ago...
Pov. Plato
"Did you get the wrong door? Gordey lives on the other side of town."
" I baked a cake, can you try it, Plato?"
"Look, you'd better go, I'm not in the mood, and besides, I'm a few years older than you," I want to close the door, but she doesn't understand.
" Plato why are you so cruel?" She touches my cheek, and I immediately pull her hand away, disgusted by her voice.
" Galya, give the child tea, I'll go to my bedroom. As soon as Alla comes, let me know." I walk away and walk toward the bedroom, picking up a bottle of whiskey from the bar.I lock myself in the room when I hear an impudent knock. I had to open the door.
"Do you think Gordey will like it?" Martha is standing there in her underwear, and I can see her taking off her bra. I grab her by the hai
