Single father took in a widow with three children, gave them a roof over their heads. One shared tragedy no one could have foreseen.
Thursday. Early December. The rain poured down in sheets, as if the heavens were weeping alongside the earth. Igor Sokolov was forty-two. He lived quietly, almost invisibly—alone, with his ten-year-old daughter Tamara. In their two-room apartment, laughter hadn’t been heard for a long time. Only footsteps, the ticking of the clock, and memories of Larisa—his […]
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