In a forgotten village, buried under Russia's snow, silence, and sorrow, an old woman stumbles upon a morning sight that will haunt the entire community forever: the river is full of dolls. Thousands of dolls. All identical, all floating belly-up, their heads turned aside, their tiny arms raised as if accusing the heavens. And this... is only the beginning.
A stoic militia officer. A town steeped in whispers. An investigation that spirals into a nightmare of flesh and memory. And a sinister figure, hunted by his past and trapped in a body that never truly belonged to him.
The dolls are not random.
They are witnesses.
They are messengers.
They are trophies.
Little Mothers is a disturbing, visceral, and hypnotic descent into trauma, twisted identity, and the monstrous truths that refuse to stay buried — even beneath layers of ice and years of silence.
Ciprian Mitoceanu masterfully blends psychological horror with social grotesque and haunting symbolism, crafting a story that clings to you long after you've turned the final page.

WARNING: This story is not for the faint of heart.
But if you dare look into the darkest corners of the human soul — this book is for you.