“My dear mother-in-law, do me a favor: pack up your precious son and get out of my apartment immediately, back to wherever you’re registered to live!”
“Lena, let’s just not make a scene,” Igor said, barely crossing the threshold, and, as usual, tossed his jacket onto the armchair. The very one she had asked him a hundred times to leave alone. “I wasn’t planning to,” Lena replied coldly, without even looking at him. “What is it this time? Is someone moving … Read more