Nina was dragging herself up the stairs, the keys to their one-room apartment digging into her palm. How tired she was.
— Ninochka, hello,” said the mother-in-law, entering the hallway. “How are you? How’s the renovation going?” “Almost done,” Nina replied, closing the door. The mother-in-law slowly walked around the apartment, peeking into every room, then sat down at the kitchen table. Nina noticed how carefully she was inspecting everything. “Is there any tea?” Valentina Petrovna […]
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