You’re poor,” the mother-in-law snorted, unaware that she was standing on the threshold of my luxurious mansion.
“Kirill, dear, you absolutely must keep an eye on your wife,” Tamara Igorevna said dryly, with a note of icy rage in her voice, not even bothering to look at me. Instead, she meticulously examined her gloves as if the key to understanding everything in the world was hidden in them. “We are not in … Read more