— I’m tired of you living off me! From now on, not a single kopeck — feed yourselves wherever you want! Yana shouted, blocking the cards.
Yana pushed open the apartment door and immediately heard voices coming from the kitchen. Her husband, Igor, was talking to his mother, Valentina Stepanovna. The woman had arrived in the morning and settled herself in the kitchen, as usual. “So what’s going on with the TV?” Igor asked. “It’s gotten completely old,” his mother-in-law complained. … Read more