Little Sister
Uncle Dima, Dad’s coworker who had often lingered in their kitchen over a stein of kvas until it was too late to go back home and he had to snore the night away on the floor in a nest of old blankets, much to the indignation of his wife, Aunt Xenia.
Aunt Sonya, the school’s imperious cleaner.
A thin woman with a face like a hatchet that Svetlana had seen in the bakery, arguing with the salesman over a squashed jam bun.
Misha, her good-for-nothing schoolmate.
And . . . and Tattie, her best friend, her small fists clenched above her head as she surged into the room, colliding with the sharp angle of the dining table. The collision sent her sprawling, and the rest of them, rushing after her, tr
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