The week passed as if wrapped in fog. Fatigue and drowsiness became my constant companions. Egor checked on me often, keeping an eye on my health. Even though Father had promised not to push me too hard, he had already taken far too much blood. One evening, I took a bath before dinner and realized I would be skipping it. I was unbearably sleepy—my eyes kept closing on their own.
There was a soft knock at the door. Visitors were the last thing I needed.
“Come in,” I said quietly.
Egor entered the room.
“Vera, I can see the state you’re in, but you need to come with me. Ruslan has arrived, and we need to discuss the details of the plan with you before Father shows up.”
“I doubt I’ll be able to remember anything.”
“I spent an entire week trying to find a safe moment, so please—try. Afte
