— I bent my back at your parents’ dacha all summer while you were “relaxing” in the city! And what did they give me? A bucket of rotten potatoes?! Choke on your potatoes!
Sveta, accept nature’s bounty! Straight from the garden—courtesy of Mom and Dad!” Pavel’s voice—deliberately cheerful and ringing—burst into the apartment’s silence. A galvanized bucket clanged as it hit the laminate in the entryway, leaving a dirty, damp circle on the clean floor. Pavel himself beamed as if he hadn’t hauled in a bucket of potatoes […]
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