The girl kept coming home with suspicious bruises. To find out the truth, her father secretly slipped a voice recorder into her schoolbag. What he heard surpassed his worst fears.
In a residential neighborhood on the outskirts of Voronezh, life moved along in its usual quiet way. A microdistrict where everything was meant to remain as it always had: quiet, respectable, with no unnecessary noise. Here lived Daniil Landyshev—a widower, the owner of a small logistics company, a respected man who was always proud of […]
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