“The shop is ours now!” my mother-in-law announced, bringing in the new owners. But they had come to the wrong door.
“Walk with confidence, dear people. Everything will be done our way here now, without all those merchant airs,” Elena Vasilyevna’s loud, ringing voice cut through the silence of the half-empty sales floor. I flinched and dropped a box of new creams. The tubes, priced at 450 rubles apiece, rolled across the laminate floor with soft […]
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