“So, if my husband and I get divorced, I’m the one who walks out with a suitcase, while dear little Igor gets the Khrushchev-era apartment? You’re geniuses, Vasily Petrovich!
“So if my husband and I get divorced, I walk out with a suitcase, while dear little Igor gets to keep the apartment? You people are geniuses, Vasily Petrovich!” “Why did you even tell them about the apartment?” Lidia’s voice trembled—not from tears, but from rage. So much rage that the kettle behind her seemed … Read more