bicycle you never ride, or maybe—”
That was the moment Galina Petrovna sat bolt upright in the medical bed and declared with absolute finality:
“Enough. This stops right now.”
Both Kirill and I turned to stare at her.
“I am not disabled and I am not dying,” she continued, her voice sharp and clear. “I have a simple fracture that is nearly healed. I am continue reading …
