I drink to our ruined house To the evil of my life To our loneliness together And I d

I drink to our ruined house 

To the evil of my life 

To our loneliness together 

And I drink to you— 

To the lying lips that have betrayed us, 

To the dead-cold eyes, 

To the fact that the world is brutal and coarse 

To the fact that God did not save us.

Anna Akhmatova, “Last Toast”

An ENNEAD modern mafia au that’s been brewing in my mind