“You’ll never get your hands on my apartment!” the daughter-in-law snapped. “All your mortgage schemes have failed. It’s mine!”
“You’re twisting everything again!” Ilya’s voice rang so sharply that Masha flinched, though she tried to remain calm. “I don’t understand why you’re making a mountain out of a molehill when we’re talking about a perfectly normal decision.” “Normal?” She set her cup down on the table so abruptly that tea spilled over the rim. […]
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