You must serve my father! This is an order, and it is not up for discussion, understood?
I was standing by the stove, stirring tomato sauce, when Dmitry burst into the kitchen. His loud footsteps echoed on the old wooden floors of our rented one-room apartment. In his hands, he had a worn backpack, which he immediately threw on a chair. The smell of gasoline and tobacco smoke followed him—he had obviously … Read more