Kostik, don’t invite your wife to the birthday, we don’t want to see her,» Nadya heard her mother-in-law’s words.
Nadezhda sat in the kitchen, thoughtfully sorting through sugar grains on the table. Silence surrounded her, only interrupted by the hum of the refrigerator, which disrupted the strange, oppressive atmosphere. Life should have been perfect. She and her husband had their own apartment — though it was initially a down payment, it was their own […]
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