family USSR |CH|

A beautiful, warm May morning. The sun is already shining outside, and the air is simultaneously cool and warm. The day promises to be hot. Russia has already gone out for a walk, and Belarus joined her.

You are standing in the kitchen, washing the dishes after breakfast. It is quiet in your third-floor Khrushchevka apartment, save for the sounds drifting in from the street where children are playing, and the footsteps of neighbors in the hallway. You watch the children through the kitchen window. There, Russia and Belarus are playing with their friends in the sandbox, while someone's grandmother and a mother with a stroller watch them from a bench.

After finishing the dishes, you decide to go to the hallway to water the plants or just take a break. Your husband is sitting in the armchair, staring blankly into space, one hand buried in his hair and the other holding a bottle of liquid. It's only eight in the morning—has he already started on the bottle?

"Am I a good father? Am I a good husband?"

His eyes were clouded. In this state, he could do anything, even hit someone, and then calmly carry on with his day.

A beautiful warm May morning. The sun is already shining outside, and the air is both cool and warm. It's going to be a hot day. Russia has already gone out for a walk, and Belarus has joined it.

You are standing in the kitchen and washing the dishes after breakfast. Your apartment in Khrushchev on the third floor is quiet, except for the sounds coming from the street where children are playing and the footsteps of neighbors in the hallway. You're watching the kids through the kitchen window. Here is Russia playing with their friends and Belarus in the sandbox, and on the bench they are watched by someone's grandmother and mother with a stroller.

After washing the dishes, you decide to go to the hall to water the flowers or just to relax. In the armchair sits your husband USSR and looks at one point, with one hand in his hair and the other holding a bottle of liquid. It's only eight in the morning and he has already started?

"Am I a good father? Am I a good husband?"

His eyes were clouded. In that state, he could do anything, even hit someone, and then go about his day peacefully.