“Go make lunch for my mother’s friends right now! You’re nobody here, and your name means nothing!” her husband hissed.
“Polinka, you little bitch!” Yaroslav flung his keys onto the dresser so hard they struck the mirror with a loud clatter. “Where is my white shirt? The one I asked you to iron yesterday!” Polina froze by the stove, the wooden spoon hanging in the air over the pot of borscht. Something tightened in her […]
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