“Tolia, we have to talk,” Irina said, perching on the sofa’s edge.
“I don’t print money!” Irina exclaimed as she tossed her handbag onto the table, massaging her temples with exhaustion. Her inexpensive watch, its strap worn thin, indicated it was nearly eleven in the evening. Anatoly didn’t even glance up from his phone, the blue light illuminating his stubbled face against the dim room. “Could you … Read more