21

Each day was similar to the previous one. Memory, no longer blocked by fear, gradually returned. Fragments of my past rolled up suddenly and in less than a full week after making a deal with Boris, I managed to restore most of my childhood memories.

Despite poverty, my brother and I had a happy childhood. We grew up in love and rarely complained about the lack of certain things. At least while the mother was alive.

On the Internet, I managed to find several photographs of her, though not of very good quality. It turns out that in her youth she was a promising actress and, probably, she met her father, the then owner of the city.

The image of his brother also became clearer, as did the longing for him. Every time I thought about him, a shot sounded in my head and a feeling of guilt overwhelmed me, because I had not kept the promise I made to my mother.

As for the murder of my brother and the robbery of the jewelry store, in connection with which I was wanted, things were worse. A lot w