Svetlana burst into tears. She apologized. The waterfall did not stop though.
“You poor thing… You came just to visit the city and you come across the biggest asshole… f*****g s**t! You can sleep at my home if you want… It would be easier, rather than crossing the whole city. Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”
Svetlana could not find words to thank her.
Valentina held her hand to reassure her. She explained that it was important for them to know how to help each other out as compatriots during terrible moments, especially when it comes to these male bastards.
Getting into Valentina’s car, a red Fiat 500 convertible, Svetlana asked her the name of her child. Valentina recounted her story. She had an abortion. She had hesitated for a long time, before opting for this radical choice. She had co
