“Tanya, where have you been? My mom and I have been waiting forever, and you’re still not here!”
«I already picked out the tiles for Mom, Jen. Don’t be mad,» Sergey called out casually from the living room. I was in the hallway, wrestling with a stuck zipper on my boot.
«I’m going to put you in your place, fast!» the husband hissed, stepping toward his wife. One movement—and he was already on the floor. But the worst part for him was only just beginning…
«No, you aren’t living here. Not in a guest room, not in the pantry, not even in the attic. This is not up for debate.»
“So, you’ve decided that your daughter, her husband, and their baby are moving into my apartment, while we just pack up and move in with my mother? How thoughtful of you…”
“What do you mean, ‘breakfast without breakfast’? Is this some kind of kitchen mutiny?!” Vitaly bellowed at his wife.
“Your wife is a total loser! If it weren’t for her, you would’ve given me the money and I wouldn’t be stuck here! It’s all her fault, that barren bitch…”
“So, I heard you got a little place? A two-bedroom?” the mother-in-law wailed.
«What do you mean, the apartment is gone?» he asked, horrified. «What did you do with it?»
«Send your Liza to a boarding school and sign the apartment over to me!» her new husband declared. Olga didn’t say a word; she just started packing his suitcase.