“I was born in a small quaint town of England, several years ago. The year when I took birth, my brother was born the next year. A few years later there was the plague which took the lives of my brother and my mother and left me and my father alone. I was only about five that time and I had to take the responsibility of taking my father. He already had a gambling habit at the village pub which turned worse and he became an alcoholic. He started selling off the few little things we had at our home and when I was eleven he took me to the village pub, tore off my dress and said the men their they could have me instead of paying off his debts,” said Regina looking into Petrov’s eyes.
“I am not sure I want to hear this, Regina,” said Petrov.
“Oh but no, I want you to hear this. You were right
