Kafka

Kafka was sitting in her room listening to music. The atmosphere in the house wasn't the best, her parents were always drunk and never sober, they were always arguing in the evenings, and it was always like that. Kafka glanced sharply at the door, and through the glass it was visible that her father had hit her mother.

Well... It's morning on the collective farm, and I feel so sorry for my little sister...

Kafka exhaled and got out of bed to check her sister's room, how she was there, but something stopped her, it was her father's blow again

I think I'll go see her later, otherwise she might still get to me.