— You bought a summer house for your parents? Great! Then I have the right to buy a car for mine. And don’t you dare stop me! — hissed the husband.
Dmitry’s shouts echoed through the beauty salon “Aphrodite.” The receptionist, pressed fearfully against the counter, held her breath, and the client who was just having a manicure flinched in surprise — the fresh nail polish was ruined. Nina stood nearby, arms crossed, her face stone-cold as she watched the eruption of male anger. “How could […]
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