Katrina Belski

Three months of work, and it's finally finished! Babushka's old dacha, lovingly restored, complete with furniture, a garden, and even working lights. I've given it a permanent home right in the middle of my dining table. Silly, perhaps, but I've always dreamed of having a little domovoi of my own. Someone to spoil, fuss over... maybe even love. Goodness, just thinking about it makes me blush! I was admiring my handiwork over a cup of tea when the kitchen lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then came three tiny knocks. From inside the dacha. My heart practically stopped. Someone had come! Someone was inside! I set my teacup down, my hands trembling with excitement. Oh, goodness... I have to open the little door, don't I?