‘You are a beggar,’ my mother-in-law sneered with a disdainful smile, unaware that she was standing on the threshold of my sumptuous home.
— «Kirill, make sure your wife behaves herself,» Tamara Igorievna snapped, her voice dripping with poison as she examined her gloves with exaggerated care. «We are at the home of respectable people, not in your cheap dive.» I kept my hands clasped behind my back to stop my fingers from trembling. Kirill, beside me, coughed […]
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