— Gena, and since when do you get to decide who will live in my apartment and who won’t? Who are you here? You’re not even my husband, and you’re already dragging a crowd of your…
— Katya, I’ve got bombshell news! My folks are coming soon! Gena burst into the kitchen, shining like a freshly polished samovar, and tossed his backpack onto a chair. Katya, who was stirring vegetables in the pan, glanced back for just a second, noting that his boots had once again left a trail of street … Read more