“You think I’m a spendthrift? Fine! Starting today, we’ll have separate budgets, and we’ll see who runs out of money first.”
— “And what’s this?” Igor carelessly tossed a crumpled scrap of paper onto the kitchen table in front of Sveta. A receipt from a cosmetics store. He held it between two fingers as if it were too filthy to touch—a piece of damning evidence proving a monstrous crime. His voice was calm, even tired, which […]
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