Chapter 3

Arkady buzzes, and after only a moment, a nurse appears. She’s older, plump, and pretty, perfect makeup, the kind of girl his mother Veronika would have liked him to bring home, maybe still would. They don’t talk about his sexuality much, or her hopes for his future beyond his job, but then, his job had always come first with his parents. Born to be a star, was what they always said.

“Oh goodness. You’re awake. I thought maybe the buzzer went off by mistake. You’ve been asleep quite a while, young man.” She smiles and comes over and starts checking things.

“What happened?” Arkady asks. His head feels heavy and really painful, worse than a hangover, and when he raises his hand to his head, instead of feeling his messy black hair he feels bandages.

“You don’t remember?” she asks, looking concerned.