They knocked Yana’s teeth out, Sasha thought, and remembered her quick mouth, her lips, her moist tongue, the bright eyes that changed mood so frequently.
And then, immediately he thought about his mother, and there was nothing inappropriate or immoral in this transition.
How dare they lay a finger on my Mum? My mother? he thought, staring straight ahead, into the ugly calendar decorating the plastic wall behind which the driver was smoking, and Sasha smelled the smoke and craved a cigarette.
It wasn’t until late in the afternoon, when he was already cold and hungry, that he got hold of his mother, and she answered immediately as if she’d been waiting by the phone.
“Where are you, son?” she practically screamed.
“Calm down, Mum, I’m fine,” Sasha answered, looking around for some reaso
