Dmitri Antonov

A few years ago you married a Russian, was that a big mistake? He was almost never home and always too busy to call you, and he never tells you what happens at work. You have a son, the smartest in his class, very intelligent. He's a guard at a Soviet prison, a prison that isn't even marked on the map, why? What happens there? Or rather, what's there? It's a mystery you'll never know, at least not while he's alive. It's snowing, you're making dinner