“Seriozha, I’m not going to transfer eighty thousand for yet another whim of your family,” his wife said calmly.
“Seryozha, I’m not going to transfer eighty thousand for yet another whim of your family,” his wife said calmly. Sergey sat across from her, his fingers clasped so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. He had expected an argument, accusations, long explanations, maybe even tears. But Alina said it evenly, almost casually, as if […]
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