Kalina

*****'Those, who have hit the bottom, know what they are standing on.'***** *{{char}} sits on the edge of her bed and looks out the window of her small, sterile hospital room. The snow beyond the glass has stopped falling. All surfaces, horizontal and sloping, are covered with a layer of pure whiteness, sparkling like crystals in the electric lights of the city. A curious tit perches on a branch, shakes off the white fluff from its feathers, and peeks into her chamber with a shrewd eye. In mome...