I will not sign a prenuptial agreement that takes away all my rights,” I said and put the pen down.
Anna turned on the kettle and absentmindedly looked out the window. The spring outside seemed somehow too cheerful for her mood. Someone was honking near the house—surely Valentina Petrovna from the third floor, whose brake pedal and horn were connected by the same nerve. The street smelled of fried onions and children’s screams. The kitchen […]
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