— In my apartment, no one lays down their own rules! Don’t like the borscht — the door’s right there! — I snapped, wiping my hands on my apron.
Daria carefully straightened the throw on the couch and glanced around her small studio apartment. Every item here had been chosen by her; every object was bought with honestly earned money. At eighteen, after her parents’ death, the girl was left completely alone with these thirty square meters in a panel building. At first it … Read more