— And what’s your income? Or are you planning to hop on my son’s neck and ride? — the future mother-in-law inquired.
— “Do you have your own car? Or are you planning to rely on Kostya’s?” Nika froze with a glass of juice halfway to her lips. At that moment, Kostya was slicing cheese at the kitchen counter; a slow flush crept over his cheeks. The woman who had just entered the apartment stood in the … Read more