Yes, the apartment is small, but it’s mine. And what do you have?” Galina asked her husband. “A car? Then go live in it.
Galina stood in the middle of her tiny kitchen, where there was barely enough space for a table and two chairs. Her hands were trembling with anger, and tears glistened in her eyes, which she stubbornly held back. Kirill, her husband for the last three years, was leaning against the doorframe with the look […]
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