ZARYA ROGOV
I flipped through the file's pages but found not a single interesting content in it. Hell, I couldn't even understand half of what was written in it. I sighed and closed the file, placing it in my closet behind the pile of hanging clothes.
I settled down on the bed and stared at the picture of my sister between the two men.
Anastasia...
I caressed her face with my thumb.
I might have forgotten what happened eight years ago, but I could never forget her. My sister...my only armour. I remember how she used to pamper me like I was her own child. I remember how she used to protect me whenever Father got enraged. I remember how she was the only one who remembered my birthday and celebrated it when my own parents forgot about it.
Until one unfortunate day, her name suddenly be
