— “Let your mother look over the documents first before she opens her mouth,” Nadezhda said. “The apartment is registered in my name.”
Nadezhda was sitting in the kitchen, looking out the window and watching the neighbor’s dog wander around the courtyard. Behind her came the clinking of dishes—she was washing cups after dinner. Sergey appeared in the doorway with his phone in his hand. “Mom’s coming tomorrow,” he announced. Nadezhda flinched and turned around. “Again?” “Oh come […]
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