Valentina
Levin Residence, Moscow, Russia – December 25th, 2020
My father came home a few days later than I did, but I was asleep by the time he arrived.
We had Christmas Eve dinner at home without him last night, but my mother left right after to go join the formal dinner with business associates – which, now that I know what I know from Aleksi, I’m sure is not just ‘business’. It’s business.
The kind of business where you need to carry a gun and do things other people go to prison for.
I’ve been thinking about the talk I had with Aleksi.
I watch my father as he walks across our kitchen to greet my mother this Christmas morning as she’s drinking a glass of rosé. As she checks the oven, he presses a kiss to her cheek.
It’s what he always does, but now I can only think about how that
