Kristina closed the door of the rented apartment and leaned her back against it. The third year within these walls. The third year renting instead of having her own home. Dmitry was sitting on the couch, buried in his phone, not even lifting his head.
Kristina closed the door of the rented apartment and leaned her back against it. The third year in these walls. The third year renting instead of having her own home. Dmitry was sitting on the couch, buried in his phone, not even looking up. “Dimочка, how are you?” Kristina asked, taking off her shoes. “Fine,” […]
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