Time: 17:35. Location: Private cinema, Oleksandr Onyshchenko's home.
The photographs pass one after the other, lingering just long enough for the viewer to process them. Snapshots of a suburban house in the early morning, a home Veronica knows by memory. The photos speed up like a film clip, a fat man with a kind face comes out of the house and hugs the schoolgirl who appears a few seconds later. The photographer zooms in until the facial features of the father and daughter can be distinguished without any room for doubt. Those gray eyes are unmistakable.
