Letting relatives stay for a few days, she ended up kicking them out with a broom a week later.
Tatiana Leonidovna was just pouring the tea—regular, with bergamot. Suddenly, her mobile phone rang. She flinched—it was already almost nine in the evening. — Aunt Tanya? It’s Rita! Margarita! Do you remember me? Of course, she remembered. Her niece. Loud, red-haired, with a mole above her lip. The last time they saw each other was […]
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