Do whatever you want, but my car better be in its place by morning, or your little brother will end up in jail for theft! Do you understand me?
Where’s my car, Sergei?» — Larisa’s voice rang with barely restrained fury. Sergei, who had just returned home, froze in the doorway, staring at his enraged wife. He knew this moment would come, but he had hoped to delay it as long as possible. «Larisa, darling, I’ll explain everything right now…» «I’m asking where my […]
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