Kemerovo, capital of the Oblast of the same name, May 7, 2011
The breaking dawn lit up a small house in a residential area of the Zamodskiy district, south of the city. It timidly entered the bedroom window to die on the bed where a man was sprawled on his stomach, one arm behind his back. He was snoring so hard that his cheeks swelled up like huge balloons ready to fly. His lips trembled under the vibrations he caused when he expelled air from his mouth, and the many nervous tics that distorted his face sometimes gave the impression that he wasn’t quite asleep. On the floor, an empty bottle of vodka testified to an evening of lonely drinking. Again.
Syssoi lifted the man’s body effortlessly. He took him to the bathroom, laid him down in the tub, and grabbed the showerhead. He sprayed th
