Vladimir set up a cozy bed for me complete with toasty quilted blankets, a feather pillow, and an old, patchwork teddy bear that looked like it had been pieced together from scraps of fabric and burlap back in Soviet times. He said Boris’s wife, Anya, had made it for him when he was a boy. She so...
Boris removed his gloves and tossed them on the floor. “I’m not planning on lying to you, please—” “Nyet.” He held up a finger to my face. “Who was at the house?” “Um—” “No um, just name.” ...
