“Where are you going, who will cook us soup?” — hissed the enraged husband.
Christina placed the cup on the table and calmly said: — I’m leaving, Alyosha. Silence fell in the room. Even the TV, which usually hummed in the background, seemed to go quiet, sensing the tension. Alexey slowly turned around, as if in slow motion. — Have you lost your mind? Who’s going to cook? — … Read more