“Are you planning to leave me for another woman? I put your warm socks in the hallway,” Rimma said quietly, and her husband’s chin began to tremble.
Sergei set an old sports bag with a faded logo beside the front door and straightened up. He stood in the middle of the hallway as though he were waiting for applause. Or at least for someone to scream. Rimma was sitting in the kitchen, peeling an apple for Timofey. A long, unbroken spiral of […]
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