Onto the next Deleted Scene (and I just want to extend a thank you to guest reviewer Johanna for her kind reviews (of Little Mustachioed Shit and Soulmates) and her thoughtful suggestions) following Dmitri's betrayal.

Red smiled, and relaxed into her chair, "Now, this is nice. Mmm." she nodded at each of her boys. "This makes me happy."

Yuri took her hand, with a smile, "Happy Mother's Day, ma."

Vasily and Maxsim grinned, "Happy Mother's Day."

"Your head. Your beautiful face."

Red smirked, "Yes. Well, now it's interesting." she flourished bruises to Dmitri's concern.

Vasily whispered, "Ma... So, you ready for things to get goin' again?" a quick check behind to make sure no one could hear, as Dmitri leaned forward eagerly. "I got brand new LED headlamp."

"I think we're going to take a little break, darling. Actually, a long one." Maxsim glanced, worried at his father. "It's too much to think about. I need to think about the future, getting out, getting back to my life, my home..." she tapped out each importance onto the table. "the market."

Vasily's eyes swept straight to his father, as if he were his younger self again. Red looked at Yuri, and watched him do the same, and to Maxsim.

"I need to look forward." she pressed. Vasily only muttered, "Yeah."

She glanced back to Yuri, and counted on him to tell her, "Who's minding the store today?" She could have been asking which of her three boys broke her lamp.

Yuri only scoffed, "What you mean, Ma?"

"What I mean is, it's Mother's Day. That's always been a big day for us. Platters, baskets..." she gestured, as they all fidgeted and Yuri opened his mouth to tell a response-shrug.

"Galya," Dmitri cut across, "We are closed for today. Came to see you instead."

"We can afford to do that?"

As Maxsim nodded, "Yeah." Dmitri nodded along too, "It's fine. It's okay."

Any hope clung to that no boy could lie, nor her husband, to her, Red fell back into her seat.

A klaxon burst all around them, for a minute voicing her anger for her, until the realisation dawned that it did not speak for her, only to tell her to lie down. Pushing her chair out from behind her, Red stood, turned, and dropped to the floor like the other inmates around her. She heard her sons get to their feet, scraping their chairs, accompanied by the family rat, who bustled up so largely, and loudly, that his chair toppled to the floor.

All around them the guards seemed to be going mad, at least to subdue the room of visitors who mostly seemed unaware of what was happening.

Red burrowed her face into her folded arms, hiding herself from view, blocking her ears to the incessant Galya, Galya bleating from the direction of Dmitri. Face buried, she allowed the tears to fall, but only felt her face begin to glow as red as her everything. And she lay, cool on the floor, prodded by moving chair legs.

Finally the klaxon stopped. Accompanied by the confusion of crying children outside, Red got to her feet, turned, and walked. Straight to the rooms, onto her bed, still hearing Dmitri calling Galya, Galya after her.