— I blocked the account, — the wife said coldly. — The car is mine. The apartment too. Now go ask your mommy.
— Where were you wandering until eleven, huh? — Maxim’s voice came from the bathroom. He slipped through the morning like a drop of ketchup on a white shirt: not a catastrophe, but it spoiled the mood. Elena, already fully ready to go, keys in hand and a serious face, froze at the kitchen doorway. … Read more