“Does your mother need money again? I’m not an ATM for you people!” Tanya replied indignantly to her husband.
“Vityush, I’ve got a small problem here,” Oksana Gennadyevna’s voice sounded guilty over the phone. “Could you transfer me three thousand? I need groceries and I have to pay the rest of the apartment bill.” Vitya did not even think twice. “I’ll send it now, Mom.” Tanya froze by the stove, ladle in hand. The […]
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