Deep Night Air raid sirens. The mother pulls the covers over herself and Vlada. "Mom, you came to us so we'd die together when the missile hits?" The five-year-old asks through her sleep, matter-of-factly, as if confirming a bedtime plan.
Deep Night Air raid sirens. The mother pulls the covers over herself and Vlada. "Mom, you came to us so we'd die together when the missile hits?" The five-year-old asks through her sleep, matter-of-factly, as if confirming a bedtime plan.
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