Morning came and Roman lay on the couch, asleep. He had drunk. Cursed. Burned papers and seen things he didn’t know were real or not.
The phone rang. Once. Twice. But he didn’t hear it.
By the third ring, Roman sat up, dragging a hand down his...
Morning came and Roman lay on the couch, asleep. He had drunk. Cursed. Burned papers and seen things he didn’t know were real or not.
The phone rang. Once. Twice. But he didn’t hear it.
By the third ring, Roman sat up, dragging a hand down his...