“Eight million — not yours, but MINE!” — I threw at my mother-in-law, kicking her out of my life.
— You spoiled the borscht again, Ol’, — Alexey said with a barely hidden look of disgust on his face, poking at the bowl with his spoon. — Maybe it’s time to get a new fridge? Or at least cook less. — Or eat faster, — Olga muttered, not looking up from her phone. — […]
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