“Dad worked at the factory all night and built that bubble during the day. Are you really planning to tear it down and sell it to just anyone?”
“Ilya!” his mother said sharply. “Stop hiding behind the memory of your father. He’s gone, and the living must put their lives in order.”
Marina placed her hand on her brother’s shoulder. Then she looked at her mother.
“Mom, we’re not talking about the price of land. You made a decision that affects our entire family, and you didn’t even tell us. As if we didn’t matter to you at all.”
“As if we weren’t family,” Ilya added.
Kirill stood up so abruptly that his chair creaked on the floor.
“If this house means so much to you, take it! I don’t want to hear any criticism. I just wanted to finally live a normal life.”
He moved towards the door, but Tamara Sergeyevna stood in front of him.
