— We’ll sell their apartment, get ourselves a fancy place, and give them a room in a dorm! — the mother-in-law didn’t know the recorder was on.
— Dima, look what I have on my phone, — Lena held out her smartphone to her husband, frowning. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, lighting up their cozy living room. Dima looked up from his laptop, lazily glancing at the screen filled with some unknown audio files. — Some unnamed recordings. Weird, — he shrugged. … Read more