Where are you dawdling, you bitch? We’ve been standing outside your door for an hour,» shouted Aunt Zina.
Suddenly, an incoming phone call shattered the morning silence, disturbing the tranquility of the bedroom. Marina, with great effort, forced herself to open her sleep-clumped eyes and reached for the bedside table. The screen displayed the name “Aunt Zina.” Her heart involuntarily tightened – their last conversation had taken place over a year ago during […]
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