— If your mommy shows up at our place at seven in the morning even one more time and walks into our bedroom to check how you’re sleeping, she’ll go flying off the balcony or down the stairs—and you right after her! Got it?!
“Shoes off and straight to the bathroom. Don’t drag that street grime into my kitchen.” Bathroom furniture Irina’s voice—flat and cold, like the ceramic tile underfoot—met Andrei right at the threshold. He’d just finished a twelve-hour night shift; his body hummed with exhaustion, and his head still held the monotonous drone of the shop machines. […]
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