“You’re penniless—now you serve me,” the mother-in-law smirked, not knowing she was standing on the threshold of my mansion.
— “Well, that’s it, we’re here,” Tamara Petrovna looked around with distaste at the tiny entryway of the rented apartment where her son Igor had brought his things after the wedding. “Now you’ll be living in this hovel.” Alina, Igor’s wife, gave an awkward smile as she took the heavy bag from her mother-in-law. “Come … Read more