“It's not like I'm some evil witch, an Uregma of the unborn, but I've learned to look at life from above, like an Aeroflot pilot flying over our capital. My mother would say like an eagle over the steppe swarming with mice. Like a girl at her embroidered sleeves, as people in the country say. It's the only way to tell right from wrong. I'm not the most sensitive woman, but my heart isn't made of stone either. I only know things are right or wrong, regardless of a woman's tears.”