I gave my parents a dacha. They sold it and bought my sister a car.
Natasha saw the photo in her feed by accident. Vika next to a brand-new foreign car — white, with a red bow on the hood. The caption read: “Thank you, Mom and Dad! Now I can get to the kids faster!” Her knuckles turned white. Natasha squeezed the phone in her hand. She dialed her […]
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