You spent all the money on your son, and now you want to live in my apartment?” I asked my mother-in-law, who showed up at the doorstep with suitcases.
Jingling keys in the lock, Margarita opened the apartment door. Voices came from the kitchen, and the familiar smell of borscht filled the hallway. Her heart started beating faster, and her teeth clenched involuntarily. Again. Viktoria Pavlovna had appeared in her home without warning. “Olezhka, what kind of pilaf is she making you? That’s not […]
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