“Your borscht tastes awful, the floor is filthy, and the baby never stops screaming. I’m not living like this,” her husband declared. The next morning, Lena handed him his jacket and the address of a rental apartment.
Lena first stepped into Galina Petrovna’s apartment in October, six months before the wedding. Back then, Viktor was still holding her hand, smiling reassuringly as he said, “Don’t worry. She’s perfectly normal.” Perfectly normal was probably the least accurate description he could have chosen. The apartment looked as though no one actually lived there. The […]
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