— “Relatives”? No, they’re looters! Divorce, Misha. For ten years you kept choosing between me and their greed—now live with that choice.
Why are you getting worked up again, Sveta?” Misha walked into the kitchen as if nothing had happened and noisily opened the refrigerator. “Mom just stopped by. To say hello. And, well, to look at a dress.” Svetlana stood at the sink peeling potatoes as though they weren’t potatoes at all, but the embodiment of […]
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