Alright, Katya, I’m sorry for yesterday…” Katerina stood facing the stove, pouring coffee for her husband, and remained silent
Alright, Katya, sorry for yesterday…” Katerina stood, turned away from the stove, pouring coffee for her husband, and remained silent. “Come on, don’t sulk. You know me. I got carried away.” “Alright,” she turned toward the table, lowered her eyes, placed two cups of coffee on it, and adjusted the terry bathrobe around her neck. … Read more