—Tonight, will change your life forever," Ilya whispered solemnly, leaning his wet forehead against Rita's delicate cheek. "I don't think you'll even be able to sleep."
"I'm tired of picking you up from bars and carrying you home on my back." And Masha doesn't like to see you in such a state.
— Maybe it's better to ask your daughter what she likes and what she doesn't like? Ilya asked softly.
— And by the way, I have something to surprise you with. Definitely!
"So far, all you've managed to surprise me with are your stupid drunken antics. I'm tired of arguing about it. If you have another glass of vodka today, I'm leaving. I won't be swayed by your pathetic pleas and snotty promises to stop drinking. I'll be sleeping peacefully this evening. And every other day, for your information."
The night bus smoothly stopped at the worn-out curb, adjacent to a narrow metal stop sign that was three meters wide. A married couple came outside. Her husband was much heavier and taller than she was, but she somehow managed to support his heavy, drunken body so that he wouldn't fall.
"Can you smell the scent of luck in the air?" Ilya said dreamily, swaying from side to side.
"All I can smell is the sweat from your armpits and the sour smell of alcohol," Rita replied without hesitation. In his left breast pocket, Ilya had a winning lottery ticket, which he was eager to show off, but under special circumstances. Not now!
"Almost a million and three hundred and thirty-four thousand is a significant prize," Ilya thought proudly.
"Rita will appreciate it. Anyone would appreciate it..."
Rita's head was slightly spinning. She thought it might be due to her blood pressure, but she wasn't sure. Rita had been feeling nervous lately, especially when her husband was drinking. But she didn't want to leave, especially since she and Ilya had a daughter together. Her last visit to her mother had shaken her resolve to make changes. When she rang the doorbell at her parents' apartment, her mother opened the door only a quarter of the way. The air inside was stale, smelling of wet clothes and rotting vegetables. In the half-darkness, behind the metal chain, the mother's withered ribs were visible, and the thin-skinned skull of an elderly woman with tangled gray hair on top of her head could be seen.
"woof," Angeline Albertovna, completely naked, growled at her daughter's face, and then slammed the door shut with a thud. Ilya's mother-in-law lived on the other side of Moscow, and it wasn't a problem to physically reach her. The challenge was getting into the apartment where she lived. After standing at the three-barred door, Rita went to spend the night at the hostel.
