So you talked your son into divorcing me? And the apartment’s in my name. Tough luck,” Olya laughed in her mother-in-law’s face
Where are the boxes? I’m asking you, where are the boxes?” Tamara Petrovna didn’t walk into the hallway, she sailed in, carrying her impressive bust in front of her like a medal for services to the motherland. Behind her, trying not to step on the rug with his dirty boots, slipped in Igor Sergeevich, […]
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