“I’m willing to do anything for the apartment, and you’ll sleep with another man,” the husband declared, but he had no idea what awaited him in the future.
The doorbell rang early on Saturday morning, before Tatyana Sergeyevna had even finished her coffee. She threw on a robe, shuffled down the hallway, and opened the door without looking through the peephole. A tall, fit man stood on the threshold in a neat coat, with closely cropped gray hair and surprisingly lively brown eyes. […]
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