[Once, when getting the salary I for some reason entered a room in the back of the administrative office.]
There I saw Lidochka in person, a full-fed girl of about 12 sat on a mat surrounded with toys. Kids of her age, thin and burned with frost, work in the woods to earn a food ration. When I entered, she gloomily and frowningly glared at me, scooped all her toys and covered them with her body. There was so much hatred in her wolfish eyes that you were left with no doubts, she was Khokhrin's daughter.