“Did you give my salary to your mother again? Then pack your things and go live with her. I’m not supporting either of you anymore!” his wife snapped.
The number on the phone screen was wrong. Galina stared at it as the elevator carried her up to the twelfth floor, unable to believe that only a little over four thousand rubles remained in their joint account after payday—her payday, just two days earlier. Not one hundred and four thousand. Not forty-four thousand. Four. […]
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