“The apartment is spacious. My mom and my son will be living with us,” my husband “cheerfully” announced.
Nastya laid out another of Danila’s shirts on the bed and carefully hung it in the wardrobe. He had more clothes than she expected, but there was still enough space. “Where should I put your books?” Nastya asked, holding a stack of technical literature in her hands. “On the top shelf, if you don’t mind,” … Read more