“The apartment is in her name?! You’re the head of the family! She’s deceiving you!” his mother shouted indignantly.
Nina stood at the stove, mechanically stirring the vegetable stew. Saturday. Another Saturday. The day when a little hurricane named Timofey burst into their apartment — Eduard’s six-year-old son from his first marriage. “Nina, did you buy those chocolates I asked for, for Timosha?” Eduard did not even look up from his tablet. “No, I […]
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