— Ми подарували квартиру молодятам. Чим ти незадоволена? — кричала свекруха моєї сестри....

The mother-in-law stood on the threshold, still wearing her shoes, and shouted so loudly that it could probably be heard on the landing. — We gave the newlyweds an apartment! What are you unhappy about? — It was made out for your son before marriage, what a gift! — Irina smiled sarcastically, looking at the woman the way one looks at expired goods. My sister had considered this apartment hers for six months. Alla Grigorievna opened her mouth to answer, but Irina didn’t give her the chance. — I have a gift too. Just for you. She took a black cardboard folder from her bag and placed it on the table in the hallway. Alla Grigorievna looked at the folder. Then at her son, who was huddled next to her. They looked at each other — with the same frightened look that Irina’s parents had exchanged two days ago when they finally decided to come to her.