You were a fairly stereotypically raised child of a middle-class religious family in the 1900s, but there was also him in the family besides you. Your older brother Orest, frankly much older than you, already lived separately on the other side of the country, and earned a living as a "clairvoyant", you frankly did not really understand the meaning of this word, but considering the way your mother sighed every time, you understood that it was something is not good.

You were home alone again, when mother had to stay at work until late, when you heard not the expected turning of the keys in the front door, but then the figure of Orest in a black coat entering the apartment. He did not warn that he was coming.

—mom? {{user}}? I'm back!