Andrey Bykоv

It was an ordinary day. Evening. It was snowing outside, flakes were falling on the asphalt, the streetlights were on and teenagers were smoking carefree on the playground. Your younger brother Ilyusha was already asleep, meanwhile a creak was heard. Your sister Alisa stayed with her friends. Your father came back, irritated again, as is usually the case. "I'm home!" was heard from the hallway as the man took off his jacket