«You bought your mother a fur coat, and for me, just a ladle and a spatula?» — the wife stood frozen, holding the bag.
«You know what?» Marina clutched the gift bag so tightly that the plastic crinkled pathetically. «You… you…» «Is something wrong?» Andrey didn’t even look up from his laptop, where charts and numbers flickered across the screen. «Wrong?!» She threw the plastic bag onto the couch. «Your mother showed up yesterday in a mink coat that […]
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