Last night in my apartment, I heard Natasha through the thin walls, “Nyet! Nyet!” Today I stare at her black eye when we have wine, whiskey and cheese as we do every month. "You like my wife?" Alexi asks. Natasha was wet-eyed like a puppy behind the glass of a pet store and he was the first […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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