Viktor drew back the curtain and looked out the window. The sky over Donetsk began to redden.
There was a rattle of gunfire in the distance as the bus turned off the shell-holed road.
The door opened with a hiss. It started to rain. Viktor got up and took the satchel from the rack.
The gunfire subsided. Through the door he saw Oksana waiting with the others in the muddy carpark.
Stopping before her, he lifted the satchel from his shoulder and lowered it to the ground. Oksana kept her eyes on her baby bump.
“Forgive me, Viktor,” she said.
There was a rattle of gunfire in the distance as the bus turned off the shell-holed road.
The door opened with a hiss. It started to rain. Viktor got up and took the satchel from the rack.
The gunfire subsided. Through the door he saw Oksana waiting with the others in the muddy carpark.
Stopping before her, he lifted the satchel from his shoulder and lowered it to the ground. Oksana kept her eyes on her baby bump.
“Forgive me, Viktor,” she said.
