“What are your relatives doing in my kitchen?” Anfisa snapped at her husband.
From the very morning, Anfisa was out of sorts. And that was putting it mildly. She had already berated herself a hundred times for giving in to her husband Maxim’s persuasion. “Fool, spineless fool!” she scolded herself. The worst thing was that nothing could be changed now. Once she had agreed, there was no going […]
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