A desperate orphan carrying a suitcase came to a restaurant’s door. The owner was taken aback when he discovered her surname
Sophia cried, burying her face in the blanket that covered her father. His hand, weak but still warm, slid through her hair. «Don’t cry, my girl, please. You can’t fool fate. Better listen to me,» he whispered. Sophia raised her tear-streaked face. Her father spoke barely audibly, as though each word cost him effort: «Just…