This time, all my belongings were confiscated—just in case. There had been quite a few interesting things there, but now they were no longer accessible to me.
The next morning, breakfast wasn’t brought to my room. Nina Sergeyevna entered empty-handed, and I looked at her questioningly.
“Vera Konstantinovna, I’m here to escort you to breakfast.”
“What?” I asked in surprise. “Where?”
“To the dining room.”
“Will I be alone there?”
“Not exactly.”
“I’m not going,” I said firmly and sank back into the armchair.
An interesting horror movie was playing on TV. Watching something like that in the morning felt odd, but it was exactly what I needed.
Nina Sergeyevna lingered in the doorway for a moment, but when she didn’t get the response she wanted, she left.
Ten minutes later, he showed up
