“Know this, darling: not another penny for your mother! Support her yourself—I’m not your ATM!” the wife snapped, slamming the door.
“Mom called,” Vitya said without looking up from his plate. “She says her blood pressure keeps fluctuating. She’s asking me to transfer three thousand rubles for medicine.” Rita put the frying pan down on the stove with such a loud bang that Barsik the cat jumped off the windowsill in fright. “Three thousand,” she repeated […]
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