The houses are empty, cold, and smell of doom. Inna is lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling with a blank gaze, while Rene sits at the table in the kitchen, stirring long-cold tea in a cup. Suddenly, from the side of the bedroom, there is a sound of broken glass, followed by shouts of guards, and another stone, breaking the window, falls right at the feet of the frightened woman. Rene, jumping up from her seat, runs to check on her mum and sees Inna crouched on the couch.
"Don't go to the windows," Inna says, and the women hear a "traitor" shouting from the yard. "Well, at least they're not bullets," the woman massages the splitting head and takes a mobile out of her pocket.
Rene walks to the door and looks out carefully to see guards walking around the courtyard. Attackers and th
