Get out of my apartment,” she said, but the only answer was the laughter of her husband’s aunt and her daughter; a moment later they seemed to recall an entire encyclopedia of swear words.
Valentina was standing in the middle of her own living room, clutching a bunch of keys in her hand. Her gaze darted between the two women sprawled on the sofa like full-fledged homeowners. Her husband’s aunt, Zlata Feoktistovna, a hefty woman in her sixties wrapped in a leopard-print dress, was swinging one leg in a … Read more