Where the hell are you dragging yourself, you mare? We’ve been standing at the door for an hour,» Aunt Zina yelled.
A sudden phone ring shattered the morning silence, disrupting the peace of the bedroom. Marina, with great difficulty, forced herself to open her sticky eyes and reached for the nightstand. The name «Aunt Zina» lit up on the screen. Her heart involuntarily tightened – their last conversation had taken place more than a year ago, […]
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