“This is my dacha, got it? Mine! I dragged it out of the dirt, and you’re out here grilling shashlik. Now get off my property!”
“This is my dacha, got it? Mine! I pulled it out of the dirt, and you’re out here grilling kebabs. Now get off my property!” “Have you completely lost your conscience, Rita, or have you finally decided to live just to spite other people?” Elizaveta Borisovna snapped, pursing her lips as if she had just […]
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