“... Sometimes I hate my Nephew, my hands itch to go to him and punch him in his thick, impudent face. A man got everything he has only because he was a relative, and then so quickly disowned everything. Of course, I can afford to come to Marinka’s former house, call my Nephew and tell him everything I think about him. But what's the point? He won’t understand, I’m sure, Marinka doesn’t live in Russia, here she is considered dead, and over the years the Nephew has gotten used to the idea that he achieved everything in his life on his own. Fuck you..."