“Everyone pays for themselves,” I returned my mother-in-law’s own rule to her right at the banquet.
That evening, Marina came to the restaurant as if she were attending someone else’s wedding — everything was beautiful, everyone was dressed up, yet inside she felt a dull, heavy mistrust. Lev, her husband, walked beside her confidently: a construction foreman, the kind of man who could convince concrete itself to set straight on a […]
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