“Why did you have to kill him?” “Because it costs the Russian government eighteen thousand rubles every year just to feed him. Did you know that, boy?” Alexey wipes snot on the back of his sleeve, then shakes his head. “And do you know how much the average family earns per year in this country?” Again my brother shakes his head. “Approximately four thousand rubles. Your pet is an offense to every family in Russia that eats one meal a day. The people are tired of paying for your luxuries and your frivolities. The sooner you understand that, the better off you’ll be.”
