“We’re not married, so stop dreaming — and this apartment is mine. Pack your things and get out,” Svetlana snapped at her live-in partner
Svetlana stood at the stove, stirring the sauce for pasta. Viktor, sprawled on the couch in the living room, was flipping through TV channels, tossing his socks here and there like it was a sport. In two years of living together, she’d grown used to his habit of leaving his things all over the apartment … Read more