15

I walked slowly around the room, carefully avoiding all the beer bottles and fast food wrappers that lay on the floor, and stopped in front of a small old table with a peeled polish, on which I used to iron, and on which there used to be a photograph of my mother.

The last time I was here, there was a Cop seal on the door, and inside everything was turned upside down, the photograph was broken, and on the floor there was a white outline of the body of Sasha, Alyosha and my younger brother.

Then, breathing in the smell of the house, it seemed to me that everything did not happen to me, but now the smells in the apartment were completely alien, and the ghostly voices of my mother, brother, and even mine, and Angelov, who once stood in my place and lived in it, crucified about the fact that family and love in general were weakness and unaffordable luxury, evoked only dry sadness.

I pushed them away from me and turned to Damir. Of the outsiders, apart from Koppel, only he and his cousin,