“Stop whining. You’re not getting the apartment anyway,” her husband said threateningly. Anna simply shrugged and went back to reading her book.
Dmitry stood in the middle of the room with his feet planted wider apart than usual, as though he were about to deliver a speech to a packed auditorium. Anna sat on the sofa with an open book resting on her lap. Without looking up, she turned a page. “I want a divorce,” Dmitry said. … Read more