“Who is the b***h Wazuka and Valentyn Yuriyovych? I won’t go anywhere until you tell me.” I began to threateningly wind Terry’s leash around my hand. Terry let out a safety device “woof.” “Wazuka is actually a b***h. Though, we, dog people, don’t accept that word; we say – little girl. Though when Karl Petrovych was alive, he was a neighbor of the Saranskys, he always used the word ‘b***h’ for his Motya, because she was always getting pregnant, and Karl Petrovych used to repeat: ‘Your mother, this b***h is getting pregnant not by me, but it’s my problem, and not those sires.’ And Valentyn Yuriyovych is my father’s friend. He’s a violoncellist. Nobody’s gotten pregnant from him yet. Though he tried to seduce Sara. But how could a man, whose shape resembles a violoncello, seduce a girl like
