Epilogue
Iskra stubbed out the cigarette and pulled her aging frame from the chair. Their father had been a legend among the Red Army. Maybe it had been unavoidable, in their blood, that her daughters should turn out the way they had.
She sat heavily at the table and buried her head in her hand, a single tear slipping down her weathered cheek. Perhaps it was simply fate. Something that couldn't be avoided. A fate that had cost her family too much.
Iskra calmly lit another cigarette. "Maybe this is just who we are."
The End