Attracted by the bustle, three eternally hungry cats descended on Artiom. The dog too, in the hope that someone would play with him — with that rake, for example! Fura herself got down from the roof, licking the snow off her paws… Artiom stood in the middle of all the animals like a young, lost Santa Claus. He tried to scare them off — that didn’t work. The dog, for example, only got excited and started to bark, while the cats didn’t stop hoping that Artiom would pull out a fish from his pocket, and Fura wasn’t afraid of anything. She only looked at the cats with a secret thought — maybe she should eat something other than constant fish, fish…
The sound of an opening window rang out; dumbfounded, Galia looked out in her blouse.
Artiom raised the rake and greeted her, trying to smile. He
