The conversations became louder, the women discussed the seedlings, the prices of the commune and the bride of Tamara, which was completely naked and forced the son to wash the dishes. Here in the hallway there was a long-awaited bell at the door…tear around the city if the cheap sausages see on the table. I’ll make up for everything with your salary later.
“What’s the salary, fantasist?” Oksana thought, but she didn’t say anything aloud.
“And here’s the hot!” the mother-in-law solemnly proclaimed, jumping out of the place. “Bogdanchik, sit, I’ll meet myself.”
She ran into the hallway. A minute later, there was a rustling of dense foil, a squeak of a thermal bag and a dissatisfied piss of the courier.
“I’ll just transfer the hot fish to my beautiful serving dish and immediately come back to you,” Galina Mikhailovna’s honey voice came out. “You’re going to set up the terminal, young man.
