“You know what, darling? Your dear mommy can cook for herself! I’m not a servant in this house anymore!” his wife snapped.
— Listen, Anton, I’m tired of repeating the same thing over and over! — Nastya’s voice sounded exhausted, but firm. — Your mommy is perfectly capable of heating up her own lunch. I didn’t sign up to be a servant in this house! Anton froze in the doorway as he was taking off his jacket. … Read more