Galina Mikhailovna called her “pensioner friends” girls – a flock of very wealthy and extremely ambitious women, whose main goal in life was to compete endlessly with each other. They were measured by the thickness of medical records, discounted coupons, grandchildren, and most importantly, the success of their own children.
“Liver?” Oksana leaned against the countertop. “And where will this large-scale event take place?”
“Here, of course.” Galina Mikhailovna looked at her as an unreasonable child. “I have repairs in my apartment, dust everywhere, and you have a large living room. I’ve already thought of the menu. No cheap salads. We are status people. There’ll be a baked sturgeon. I’ll order it from a fish restaurant and ask her to bring hot to make Tamara and her signature fish burst with envy.Know the restaurant
Oksana looked at the living room. Because of the back of the sofa, the top of the head of the family was sticking out, who at that moment was fond of playing the race on a smartphone.
