She loved silence, system and order. She really got a little. But thanks to the fact that this spacious three-room apartment got her from the grandfather-professor, Oksana felt financially independent, unlike Maxim.
The new leader was a chronic spender. His tiny salary he went down to the status toys bought on credit. The last masterpiece was branded shoes made of the skin of some Red Book ostrich, for which the husband took a loan under wild interest.
“So, Larissa Nikolaevna.” Oksana wiped her hands with a towel, separated the vein from the meat and threw it into a bowl. “I will not go to the bedroom.”
- My apartment, my products. Husband, sadly, so far, my paperwork too. Since you’ve brought a tour of the dentists here, you’ll have to feed them.
“I’m just getting borsch.” My mother-in-law shriveled his nose, making a sound similar to a chilled pug.
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Borsch? In front of the elite? You’d still brew dumplings from the store.
