— Denis, darling, you don’t mind if your sister stays with you, do you? Well, with the kids, of course. — And don’t you dare object, I’ve already decided.
Olga stood by the stove, stirring the vegetable soup, when the phone rang. Denis picked up the receiver, and within a second, from the tense way his back straightened, she understood—his mother was on the line. — Hi, Mom. What happened? Nadezhda’s voice flowed from the phone, sweet yet venomous: — Denis, dear, you wouldn’t […]
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