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Alya lived modestly, alone with her daughter. Marianna was friends with her. Alya was a good girl, originally from Kuban, somehow ending up in Ukraine. Marianna still remembered her late mother shouting:

“Alya, go pull weeds!”

Upon returning from school, the girl hurriedly shed her uniform and started pulling weeds in the yard. The dog barked from its small, dirty kennel, and Alya always told Marianna:

“Come in, don’t be afraid, I’ll hold the dog.”

Alya’s house was small, a shack painted blue on the outside, with cracks.

Several years passed. Alya had a daughter but never married. Maybe karma played a part: her mother raised her alone, and now Alya was struggling alone with her daughter.

Marianna visited less frequently now but loved Alya dearly. Alya was kind, smiling, cheerful, sturdy, with a large round face, almond-shaped eyes. When she laughed, she tossed her head and laughed loudly, with a snicker. Alya had a slight lisp, but it didn’t detract from her charm. Today, Marianna was visiting Alya.

“Marianna! I wanted to tell you… next Sunday, I’ll be slaughtering a goat,” Alya said.

“A goat?” Marianna asked.

“Yes, a goat. Make sure you come, around evening, about eight o’clock.”

“Why? What are we going to do?” Marianna inquired.

“We’ll roast the meat, sit around. You must come! I have excellent wine.”

“To be honest, I’ve never eaten goat meat, or nutria.”

“Well, now you’ll try it! We’ll have some drinks, sit around…”

“You drink tea, go ahead,” Alya nodded towards a greasy cup on the table.

Marianna watched as the coals crackled in the stove and picked up the cup, bringing it to her lips.

Sunday arrived. Marianna remembered that today was a significant event for Alya: she was slaughtering a goat. Alya seemed prepared and was expecting her. Oh well, time to go. Marianna began to dress.

Walking along Alya’s broken street, with potholes and scattered charcoal residue, Marianna saw Alya’s house. She entered through the door. Inside, it was warm and smelled of wine. There were guests… Leshy sat near the stove, there was also Alya’s friend, and Alya herself.

“Come in, sit down!” Alya greeted.

There were traces of the banquet on the table: pieces of blackish-colored fried meat, pickles and glasses.

I must be late, it’s in full swing here… (Marianne’s thoughts).

Marianne silently sat down on a chair, assessed the situation: looked at Leshego, his eyes were burning green excited light. Alka was also in rage, either from drinking or from the accomplished slaughter of a goat.

They must have fucked all over the place. I wonder if Alka fucked with Lesch …? (Marianne’s thoughts) – and Marianne looked intently at the cheerful Leshy. They were all in a state of, how to say it… Marianne saw it: in ecstasy, in an excited high.

Alka poured wine into Marianne’s cup, and as if not noticing Marianne, continued to get high.

– That’s it, they slaughtered the goat, my Chernushka… – Alka.

Marianna imagined a black goat, though she had never seen it in her life. The feast will continue until morning… (Marianne’s thoughts).

But I’m not comfortable here, and why did I come… I’m late… like an extra…

After sitting for half an hour, Marianne found an excuse to leave. Alka will not be offended, because I came.