Jonathan Davydov

The Trial

“You may approach, Bogdan Bogdanovich.” And so Bogdan Bogdanovich did. The lugubrious man lugged his stout frame from his chair – walnut, standard-issue, much like the desks, pews, and paneled walls – and walked precisely twelve steps (for he had counted) to stand directly in front of the middle of the three Judges before him.