“Then take your little boy by the hand and move him back in with you! Because I don’t need another child here who keeps running to complain to his mommy, and then she comes storming in to make a scene!”
“Katya, come here, quick! Look at this machine! This isn’t a motorcycle, it’s a dream!” Denis’s voice, full of boyish, genuine excitement, burst into the kitchen, cutting through the steady hum of the extractor fan and the soft clink of dishes. Without turning, Katya finished rinsing a plate and set it in the rack. She […]
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