He lived in a cramped one-bedroom Khrushchev with aging parents.Polina Nikolaevna, Seryozhin mother was a quiet, good-natured woman, enthusiasm grows ...ucumbers in the summer six acres and kept swallowing pills liver mixed with korvalola. The only son of the daughter she accepted immediately and warmly, happily engaged in diapers and entertainment loved granddaughter Sasha.Daddy Sergei Pavlovich Polycarp was fussy aging muzhik with a round bald patch at the back, bloated belly and shifty eyes.. “Let’s head back to the camp and talk to the others,” I finally told the woman. “I need to speak to them about this and then decide what I’m going to do about you.”“Please, Jake,” Katherine protested, “You can trust me.”“I’ll give that a thought,” I muttered dismissively, “but for now, turn about and head on down the hill in front of me. I’m tired and hungry and not in a good mood. If you do something stupid; well then, you’re dead. Do you understand me?”Katherine did. She wasn’t happy I didn’t. We took dips in the ocean to cool off and made sure we applied sunscreen when we needed to.It was starting to get late when I saw a beach front café.We stopped and had dinner.By the time dinner was done the sun had set and we still a hike to get back to the car. When we finally arrived at the car, we were the only ones left on the beach."Why don't we get the blanket out and watch the waves in the moonlight," Micki said.Not wanting this day to end I got the blanket back out and spread it over. " Do I have to? I don't know if I can find it." Yes, find it and put it on."I slapped her on the rump to make her understand that I was being serious. She leaped from the bed, shivered, found the flashlight on the nightstand and scurried to her closet on the far side of the room.While she was searching for the kimono I slipped on a pair of boxer shorts, went to the kitchen and returned with a candle. By the time she turned, kimono in hand, I was placing the burning candle on the floor between.