“Ilyusha bought his mother a car for 3 million himself!” the relatives boasted at the banquet. But I placed the loan file on the table.
“What are you doing?!” I screamed, staring at the monitor as the screen instantly went black. Tamara Borisovna was standing by the socket under the desk, holding the plug of the power strip in her wrinkled hand. “You’re wasting electricity, and the country is in crisis,” my mother-in-law grumbled, without even bothering to take off […]
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