“She’s a housewife, she has nothing!” my husband boasted to the divorce lawyer. Then the judge read out an extract from the Unified State Register of Legal Entities, and the courtroom went silent
“Twelve thousand. For a week. For five people.” Valentin placed the money on the edge of the table and did not even look in my direction. He took out his phone and tapped the screen. I was standing by the stove. Three pots, the oven at 180 degrees. The youngest wanted pancakes for breakfast, the … Read more