“Now we’re really going to live it up! I already know how we’ll spend your inheritance!” her husband cheerfully declared, flipping through a catalog of expensive watches.
Alice stood at the stove, stirring buckwheat in a pot. The same dish for the third day in a row. The fridge was empty, payday was still a week away, and the last of her money had gone to rent. “Buckwheat again?” Yaroslav walked into the kitchen and grimaced in displeasure. “Are we completely broke […]
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