The dishwoman became the caretaker for the ailing moneybags. But after seeing on the cameras how a mother of many was hauling kitchen scraps home, the rich man summoned her over.
Olga was ironing the children’s clothes, occasionally brushing away the tears that welled up. The tears were utterly pointless—after all, there was less than an hour left until the morning performance for Sema and Volodya, and there were still so many tasks to complete. Why had she set the ironing board by the shelf with […]
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