2026-04-23 20:20:06
Anatoly's mother had her eyes lowered, beneath the table.
"Why are you looking at your phone? The roast is getting cold!"
She put the phone down with a quick, seemingly involuntary gesture.
"I haven't heard from my son in two days.
It happens, sometimes:
at the front they have no signal,
and until the mission is over, no one gets in touch.
But this time... I don't know."
We looked at each other for a second …




