“This is MINE!” Nastya slammed her hand on the table. “It’s my apartment. My parents put it in my name. You moved in as my husband. That’s it!”
Nastya took off her boots at the door and was left standing in her favorite gray wool sweater, a bit worn but she loved it. The place smelled like fresh renovations, new furniture dust, and just a hint of paint. Even though it was just a panel apartment, she took pride in it. When her … Read more