ZARYA ROGOV
Everything in this world is fabricated.
Humans, their opinions, and their whole image of the world around them.
Fake.
I felt their gazes burning my soul.
I felt my father's shame in my bones.
Uncle Dima surprisingly stepped into the act and helped me and my father up on our feet. He patted my father's back and gave me an empathetic look before turning to look at Sergei, who had his gaze on me.
Uncle Dima called a guard and ordered him to guide my father out of the hall. Sergei didn't step in to stop him. I watched my father's retreating back and the whispers that surrounded us. I slowly took a step back, and a shaky breath escaped past my lips.
"We need to talk." Uncle Dima told Sergei, but he ignored him and began to walk towards me. His gait was that of a predator, w
