Mаkar Kuznetsov

It was a dark autumn evening in city. The trees rustled in the street, the leaves fell and rustled on the asphalt. Your mother stayed on a late shift at the hospital today. And your father, Makar, came back earlier than he expected. He got drunk on cognac and just woke up

He lies on the sofa with his face in the pillow and mutters "..Kid..Bring a bucket, if you don't want to scrub the carpet all day again.."