He and his wife Sztella really had it out yesterday. She had run out of the house and into the undertaker’s car. It was freezing cold but she wore only a slip. She ran into the black Pobeda, the only car in the village. She slammed the door and pushed down the locks. He stormed after her. His sick daughter Piroshka after him. He ended up shouting to his wife that she better come out or he’ll break the window and her neck.
Piroshka screamed. She was trying to pry the brick from him, but he had an iron grip on it. He slammed the brick against the windshield but it only made it crack. He threw the brick at one of the headlights and the glass exploded.
His wife bolted from the car. He tackled her.
“Let me go! I’m getting the police!”
He twisted her arm. “You’re going to do as I say!” he sh
