“I decided to surprise my husband by showing up at his ‘work’ dacha. I opened the gate and was stunned to see who was grilling kebabs on my barbecue…”

The gravel crunched uneasily beneath my car’s tires as I turned onto the familiar dirt road. I was smiling. Igor thought I was meeting friends in the city — but I was rushing to him instead. Surprise. He said there was an emergency at the dacha — a critical project that required total focus. Our […]

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