“My relatives pulled a ‘surprise’ at my anniversary party by showing up uninvited. But they overlooked one detail. And they remembered that evening for a long time.”
“Hey, let us through! What do you mean, a ‘private party’? I’m his mother! I breastfed that… well, her husband, Genka! That means I have every moral right to be at this celebration!” Zinaida Petrovna’s voice, shrill and piercing like an angle grinder, drowned out even the saxophone playing in the lobby of the Empire […]
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