“Your family will not be registered here!” I told my husband after discovering the prepared documents.
Svetlana stood in the middle of the room. Her three-room apartment. Years of hardship and saving. All her efforts had finally paid off. — Daughter, why are you just standing there? — her mother entered with a bucket and mop. — Let’s start cleaning before your father brings the wallpaper. — Mom, I just… — […]
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