Yes, I have an apartment. Yes, it’s in my name. No, I will not give my mother-in-law the keys!
Ksenia stirred the borscht yet again, looking with irritation at the two pathetic pieces of beetroot lazily floating on the surface, while her husband had been digging around on his phone on the sofa for half an hour already. The kitchen smelled of garlic and irritation. “Vladimir, I’m asking you very nicely,” Ksenia tried to … Read more