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The Derevkos: Who We Are
Introduction
An old woman sat on the porch of a rundown house. In fact, it looked more like a shack than anything else. She was hunched with age and her hands trembled slightly as she rolled a cigarette. Striking a match, Iskra Derevko lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply.
Looking over the barren Russian landscape before her, Iskra's thoughts turned towards her three daughters. As age had begun to set in and things became harder to do on her own, her thoughts returned more frequently to the women she had raised and who they had become.
Only one of them returned occasionally to check on her. Irina, her middle child, had always been a bit of a bleeding heart. It was both a weakness and strength but at the present time, it was a simple blessing. Every time Irina came by, she fussed and insisted that she provide Iskra a better place to live but she couldn't abandon this house. Her life was here.
Iskra let out another plume of smoke and she thought of Elena, her stomach turning. Rumor had spread quickly about her eldest daughter and her cruelty. Elena always had a quick and violent temper and it served her well in her profession.
Then there was Katya. Iskra shook her head and a ghostly smile crossed her face. The typical youngest child: always dramatic, with a taste for theatrics, and constantly chasing after her older sisters. Katya had always wanted what they had.
Iskra sipped a bit of vodka, letting the liquid warm her body. Part of her wondered how her children could be so different. The other half of Iskra couldn't help wondering if there was something she could have done. Could she have stopped them from becoming what they had? When had they become so cruel and unfeeling?
